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Waiting for life to come.

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florchys103

Published: Nov 12, 2010

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I don't know what I'm waiting for…

   But that doesn't stop me from waiting

                                                     and wishing.

I have faith in destiny.

Maybe I do because that's all I have.

Nevertheless, I truly refuse to give up.

     Giving up is devastatingly scarier than faithfully waiting.

And yet, sometimes believing is so hard…

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