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Picture Of You


You know that you mean a lot to me. You're the love of my life. You're the only one who can make me smile, feel scared, shy, embarrassed, angry and all emotions there are all at once. You're the person who means a lot to me. 

A picture of you. 

That's all that I have. 

I can't have you because you're just too far away. You're just too far away. I can't seem to reach you. Not now, not ever. I just can't reach you. You're too far away. 

I want to hold you in my arms just for a second. I want to see you smile, feel your warmth and talk to you, hear your voice all at once. I want you to know how I feel but you can't know how I feel. My voice can't reach you. 

By the time it reaches you, it's already too late. 

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