Some days I can make it through without knowing. And other days I feel like this rose, so heavy with a feeling of an unsure future. Why must I wait? You said it was not fair to me, and at first I did not agree...but now the wait seems to take it's toll on me day after day when I don't hear from you...so no, it's not fair. My days seem longer when I don't see your face, or hear your voice...Why must I wait? Bring this rose a drink of water....before the petals start dropping one by one...
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