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8/22/09

Connected

You give me butterflies,
You make me weak,
I let my guard down,
Be with me.

I cannot take,
Us being apart,
Cant you see how perfect we've been,
From the very start?

Scared of being hurt,
But willing to open up one more time,
I know it may be risky,
But I want you to be mine.

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