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Johnny Cammish

Waiting

Waiting
Is exhausting but I just keep on
Waiting
Because I think you’re worth it
Even though I lapse and sometimes
Grow impatient
Think of it as proof that I care
That I struggle and sometimes fail
at something I hate because
Waiting
For you is worth it, it is only
My enthusiasm for you that
Makes it so hard to keep
Waiting

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