Maybe

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Some times you

knock the breath

right out of me.

It either makes

me smile or it 

makes me tear

up. There is no

set deffinition for

you and

                                                I.

Probably because

there is no "you

and I". At least

not officially. I

wonder if I'll 

even consiously

know what I 

                                                Want.

I wonder if you

know what you

want. What ever

it is, I hope you

still want to be 

around me like

I want to be

around

                                                You.

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