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(originally the spacing and line breaks made it flow better, but I'm having trouble getting Agonia to accept line breaks)
Just once, I want you to see how this feels. One look puts me over the wake, And it’s a pain to find my way back. Never before have I felt this way, and I Never want it to stop. Anything I look at somehow reminds Me of you, and I force myself to look away. These arms are open, always. Waiting To catch your fall from him. (even though I know you won’t) Waiting for you to realize that Some days I sit and wait for your call.
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