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The Breakfast
Contributed by
MorbidMongrel
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Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 11:35:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Sitting at the table
For breakfast, or so it seems
People all around
Foreigners, I have not talked to them
...for ages it seems
But why am I here?
So little did I wish
To be there, even
When 'we' still existed
And there she is...
Still sitting across from me
I once worshipped the ground she walked on
But now...
Now, all I can do is wonder
Is she alright?
I still love her...
Not a day goes by anymore
Without the longing to hold her
In my arms
Overtaking me
I've heard that she still loves me...
...months after those terrible deeds
It will never be the same...
...how it use to be...
I'll not forget how we came to pass
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MorbidMongrel
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2004-05-08 11:35:47]
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Re: The Breakfast
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by reprobate on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 07:49:05 AM AEST
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life just isn't as special as it once was when the reason to embrace it as such has soured. know the feeling all too well. great job.
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Re: The Breakfast
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by jbrow on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 10:40:08 PM AEST
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this one is so very deep, it made feel love hate and pain all in one great write keep on with the good work
p's
Gene |
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