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I spend a thousand hours
wishing you could be close to me, but I feel the disintegration inside knowing that I'm never enough for you. In between days that we spend together, which are just like heaven, I listen to a lovesong, sweet as a lullaby, as pictures of you run through my mind like a mint car speeding down Fascination Street. I begin the walk through a forest and this twilight garden, saying prayers for rain that may hide my tears. But boys don't cry, and it's not the end of the world, I'll still hope that one day you might just say yes.
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