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Saturday, February 12, 2011

You Told Me to Write from Your Heart. I Did.

I can't see you or hear you, but I'd like to.

I can't feel you, but I know you're there.

You're in my heart, in my life.

You are my life.

I'm not letting you go now,

And I never will.

Have faith in me.
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