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July 10, 2007
On Repeat
That I might be gone a long, long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask of me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
* * * *
If it were a boy I was heartsick over, lonely for, and worried about, things might be easier. I've been there before. But this, this separation; this is all new to me.
I miss her.
I miss my best friend.
And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
Posted by Bree at July 10, 2007 03:21 PM