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Somewhere she waits.

Somewhere she does exist.



I'm without her.

My life has not begun.



We're both incomplete,

Without each other we're nothing.



I want her so bad,

And I don't even know who she is.



I worry about her.

I think about her.



I wonder who she is,

  where she lives,

  what she's doing,

  what makes her tick,

  what she likes on her burger,

  even if she eats burgers.



Someday she will find me,

I will find her.



I'm stuck in limbo.