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Wes Lang "All I Know, All I See"

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All I know / All I see
All I feel / Yet I wish to be

Do you know / Do you see
Do you feel / I bet you agree

I know we contrast.
I see we can't be.
I feel your love.
It wasn't meant to be.

Do you know our differences?
Do you see how this will end?
Do you feel our connection?
It won't happen don't pretend.

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Thank you for reading
xx Nicole Rose
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  1. Molly30.8.13

    This is a beautiful <3 I seriously wish I could write like you!! You're one of my inspirations for my blog :)

    Stay flawless!!
    xoxo Molly

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    1. Rosie31.8.13

      Thank you. <3 Aww, thanks. :D I-I am? Oh, that means so much to me. Thank you...again. :}

      stay flawless...er
      xoxo,
      Rose

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  2. Kenzie30.8.13

    *sniffles* th-that was so beautiful... I-I need a moment...

    Your words are just... ugh! I can't explain it. Why? why?

    you're too perfect, it's not fair. -_-

    xoxo
    Kenz

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    1. Rosie31.8.13

      really? it was?

      ...why what? •-•

      not really. •-•

      xoxo
      Rosie

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  3. Unknown22.3.15

    Love it!
    xx, Edna
    http://neverforgottenmercury.blogspt.pt/

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