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Doubts

Will we make it?
You know its you,
I cant live without,
and I know its not love,
but its a hell of a lot more than like,
and yet.. Will it work? I'm starting to have my doubts.

You say you've got worries,
and I know their not fake.
And I thought we could get past them,
but for god's sake.

I just keep see it happening,
when every barrier in between us exist,
Our love is hindered by the thick,
misery inducing mist.

You say your still in,
but i see you backing out,
and I think i can still make it work,
but im starting to have my doubts.

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