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Believe pt. 2
Contributed by
deep_down_inside_my_soul
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Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:39:59 AM in AEST
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LostLove
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Believe
part 2:
and i wish things were simple i wish they were easy as they look but then life takes a drastic change and you're left all alone to face it on your own and you don't know what to do you can trust in me or run and be free all i know is i love you and i hope you love me to after all that stuff we've been through your running in fear you cant handle this love its coming over you and you don't know what to do i wish you would stay you could have taken me far away away from the pain, away from this game that everyone tries to play and then when its over we could be free free to live as you and me and free to love free to care free from all that you left... when you left... me
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Re: Believe pt. 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stitch on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:45:03 AM AEST (User
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Well, now I'm not sure if I didn't interpret the first one wrong, but I definitely see these as coming out of the jumbled tempest and into the light. Watch your contractions.
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Re: Believe pt. 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by caramelskyair on
Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 08:25:36 AM AEST (User
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i liked it b/c i could definitely relate. my best friend of 7 years has just decided that her gf is the center of her world. and there's no longer any room for me or anyone else including her own mother. it's kind of hard and almost everything i hear and read reminds me of it.
good poem though. |
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