Here I am Complaining Yet I Never Take The First Step
Here we are again an hour past 3 A.M. I lie awake and so do you, waiting, for god knows what. A sign perhaps, a singular sign that clears away all doubt that the loved cares just as much as lover. But, I suppose that is never the case. And, so the sun rises and nothing has changed...
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