Same Old Story

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By Tim Pozzi

Even if she was meant for me, it doesn't mean I'll end up with her head in my lap or being the sap who won't leave her side... as much as I've tried. Even if she's the key, I'm not turning the locks and she's not stopped enough to find my heart or willing enough to start up in the heat of our touch. I'll wait some more I'll wait for, what am I waiting for? Waiting is for the weak, I'll wait another week...

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