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Monday, February 8, 2010

Psychiatric Hospital

I feel as if time
Is slowing down and
When I get out of
Here all I will find
Is disappointment and
Everything I had will be
Gone including you.
But,
I am hoping you are
STill there to tell me
That you love me and
You want to hold me
And pet my head.
Are you thinking of me now?
Did you miss me like I missed you?
Wait for me,
Please,
Wait for me,
Because I would wait through snow, leaves, sun, and allergies
For you.

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