The Call. A poem.

Ask and you shall receive
Perhaps it’s meant to be
Only God can say
And His phone’s currently engaged
But I’ll keep ringing
In the hope I get through
Because the answer
Is everything

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  1. I sometimes wish that he could just dial my number and my phone will start ringing out of no where and it would be him telling me want i need to know and i wish he could call me and tell me everything’s going to be okay i wish sometimes that he could be in frout of me with his arms out wide and i’d be running with tears running down my face and tell him everything i have done and my feelings even though he knows everything but he will still let me talk and cry i do sometimes wish that i could talk to him and i can’t wait til i am old and i die so i can run to him and cry and thank him for everything and thank him for listening to my true feelings

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      1. I know like i have moved on but once i take a other step closer from moving on it bumps me back to where i started from i have been reading the last page of my book for a long time when i am close of being done of reading the last page it sends me back to the start

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