Thursday 2 September 2010 photo 1/1
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I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go,
Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.
I look around me,
And I want you to be there
'Cause I miss the things that we shared.
Annons