i'm waiting on the phone call that says you're coming home with willing hands and a heart that won't give up on this again. so many things we've held precious were left here beside this open door. now who is to own them? without us, what can there be? i'm waiting on the light that once filled your eyes and heart with hope. but every time i reach, i
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