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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Behind that wall

Sometimes I wish for a person I can pour my thoughts out to
Sometimes I wish for a shoulder to lean

Sometimes I just wish for a long tight hug
To tell me I will be free

Few times I hear the knock on the door
But I couldn't let them in

And though forever I feel the emptiness
I could never find the key

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