Until The Day, Comments

I write how I feel on these pale blue lines hoping one day you'll read this and see how I truly feel.
I kneel on my crunchy tan carpet, with my palms touching, and I bow my head and pray that by the grace of god, you'll hear my prayers. Then you'll know how I really feel.
I write you a million emails and yet not one has ever been sent. They are simply left in my draft box collecting spiderwebs, awaiting answers.
Before I cry myself tonight, I'll call you a few hundred times just to hear your voice, leaving message after message but not one you will ever hear.
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