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The grass here beneath my shoes isn't as green as before and this bench under the shade of the old tree as i sit alone on this narrow bench....Its real cold
i have my hands tightly held around my chest...Couldn't buy a jacket this winter....Sold old one's off...Running short of money , you See don't feel like working since u've gone c'mon don't make me wait anymore, remember...This bench is the place where we met last..Where you kissed me goodbye since then i've been here every saturday..Hoping that u'd return
now,i think i should leave im hungry you see maybe i would have to sleep empty stomach....You don't worry, okay you didn't turn up today too but i know you would someday.....Ill wait till then..And i'd be fine b'cause i still have a reason to live...ITS YOU