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32 weeks to see you

sitting alone  thinking of you

i know that  your so far


counting each week to reach for you


i know that far like star



32 weeks is along time for me

i will need you

in each and every second you will miss me

and i wish that every day i dream of you

32 week will kill me
like knife
that ends  me
and ends my life


your far away in the skies
heal my heart
and dont make it cries

Written by bittermahroos1
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