The waiting game
I think of you and i smile, the thought of you makes me happy. Until reality hits... I get so frustrated. So impatient. I'm tired of playing this game of waiting, it's driving me crazy or at least it has been lately. We have way to many maybes.... I just don't want to waste time, no you're not a waste of time I just fear that I might be wasting mine.
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