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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Confessions

Confessions. These confessions.
I have nothing to confess.
And everything is put to the test.

I miss you.
I love you.
I want you.

I point to three different people that are changing my world.
I'm not the girl you thought you knew.
This is all something new.

Help me weave my pottery.
I can't live like this.
Not while I'm alone.

I've been alone for so long.
I just want a hand to hold.
A pair of lips to tell me it's okay.

So these must be confessions, now.
I suppose I must confess my confessions...
I need you in my life.

To tell me it's all right.

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