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December 12, 2008
I’m proud of being
Almost clean
For almost two days
I’m drinking the third
Cup of coffee
In twenty-eight minutes
And waiting
For you
to call
And I don’t miss you
…At all
I really don’t miss you
Don’t you think that I miss you
…At all
But I think it would be
Almost complete
If you were here with me
Or I were there with you
Wherever it is
And I know you seized
To believe
Me…
Or in me
Or in anything else
And I know it is
The right thing to do…
At least for you
And I cannot rewind
Anything
So I’m waiting for you
To call
Cos it was almost love
You know
For you…to call
And I’m almost sure
You won’t
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