Why do I fret like this,
letting everything consume me like a fire?
I remember the all too pleasant past,
shattered for the future.
Stop you fretting; I have a plan You say.
A plan more beautiful than compare.
Just wait. Hold my hand. Cling on tight.
It's going to be a bumpy ride, but its worth the wait.
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i looove this!! (and you!) :o)
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