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The heart of a poet might speak...My love for you grows as does
my soul whilst we are apart...For mine heart beats only for you.
...But i am no poet...
The head of a mentor might remark...Our two souls although can
not physically joined do have a bond...A mental bond...That of
which all problems can be solved and that no limits no matter
how far will tear us apart...For you my love is ever growing...
...But i am no mentor...
...This is what i am....
I lay on the floor...Pulling close my pillows...Huging them and
seeing your face wishing you were with me...Drowning in my
own miserery...I miss you...I miss your arms tightly around me...
I miss your voice teasing my soul...I want you...I need you...
I look towards my T.V. and than back to my floor...Your face
seems embeded in my mind...Only make the pain of your absence
grow stronger...Then i begin to think...What of me...I am not
good enuff for you...You will meet someone...I will be lost...
No i should not think that...I can not be selfish...I should
not ask you..But i must...I must beg of you...Please please please
do not leave me...no do not listne to me...those are just my
emotions my head says you should go have fun...But I ws/am/will be
missing the hell outta you...So please don't forget me...I need
your love...My head spins with the mear sound of you voice...

    'Distance makes the heart grow fonder...Out of sight out of mind...
    Which one is the truth...Leave me or love me...I hope it is love...'

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