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Here
Contributed by
we_were_left_darkling
on
Friday, 2nd April 2004 @ 04:28:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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The air is cold
No-one will let me in
I’m all alone
Tragic always been
Walk till I fall
Till I run out again
Kicking stones and dust
Till the bitter end
Saw you again today
You look so happy doubled
You just won’t go away
You’re nothing but trouble
Staring at the phone
All day I’ll make excuses
An awkward silence fear
Of verbal abuse
I talk about you when I’m drinking
Try to keep my head up from this sinking
I talk to you when you’re elsewhere
Its almost as if you were here
And still I want you be my side
Still forgetting what should be clear
But when I’m with you you’re elsewhere
Its almost as if you were here
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2004-04-02 16:28:59]
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Re: Here
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by Jellybellyprincess on
Friday, 2nd April 2004 @ 04:45:16 PM AEST
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Oh, I absolutely love this one! A beautiful write in it's bitterness. Kudos =)
God bless,
Ellen |
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