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The Storm.
Contributed by
the_unknown
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Monday, 7th June 2010 @ 07:49:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I spill and spill my guts out, hoping for some advice
Looking for somewhere to go, maybe somewhere to call home
All I'm ever getting are these cold replies
There's no where warm, not anymore
I feel the child inside, wrapping herself up tight
Telling the whole world, 'I'm not ever gonna open up!'
So I close within myself, never wanting to feel vulnerable to the storm again
Copyright ©
the_unknown
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2010-06-07 19:49:07]
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Re: The Storm.
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by joe-joe on
Friday, 11th June 2010 @ 02:33:57 PM AEST
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| nice write...but being expose to the storm is what makes one knows that he or she is alive... |
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