Ivory.
Ivory.
Ivory.
Ivory.
Ivory.
Ivory.
It's driving me crazy.
I wish, I hope, I pray,
That I can spend more time with you,
That I can hold you
That I can kiss you
That I can be a part of your life
And that you can be a part of mine.
I want that so badly.
But it's futile.
But I don't want to give up,
It hurts.
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