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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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I believe that god has a plan for me and is going to use me to do wonderful things and be a huge blessing in someones life. my life goal is to make an positive impact on others and to be happy The Mind Is A Beautiful Thing- me

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