Wish You Were Here
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- Parts 4
MatureOngoing
Last published Mon, Nov 13, 2017
"I wish your here beside me.
I really miss you so much.
Please forgive me darling.
I've learn from my mistake,
So please come back to me.."
After she said those words,
Her tears fell down.
And her eyes feel like a pain and sorrow...
How bad she wishes her husband to be there beside her...
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