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Maybe You're Better Off This Way? One, i have. One, can see me as well as through me. One, with quick thought, disregards me. I want what i cannot have. As does death. They want each other, They hold hands. Mustn't let it happen so. Have to stop it, can't happen; no. One might slip away forever. I simple can't contend with two. I know i cannot have all three. So now i'm stuck with only one. Does this confuse you? Good, it confuses me too. }}-------------I flip the coin, it shines so bright. To take away this vacant plight. But still i sit in this cold night, And wait to be warmed by your pure light.------------------------------>>>> I slip and fall much too often. Wondering, if ever i can be happy. But i have gained something. Something that steals my thoughts. And makes me feel indescribably better. Whether i am or can be happy...the answer always eludes me. But whatever i feel now, is different. It makes me smile. It makes me think. It also makes me feel alive. --->3x3 Post a comment in response: |
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