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Thursday is my birthday. I want to see you but I realize it is impossible to do so. Like other years, I will find a time when you are not up or out and you can't see me and I will pass by your house.
A hopeless love is much better than none at all.
You are free. I am too in a way.
I wonder where you are? Maybe you are gone forever this time and I will never see you again.
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