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By Autotomy
You have the nicest name anyone could think of graceful, powerful, playful it deserves respect and adoration yet all you want is to be loved and to love in return too bad that is not in season Do you lie in wait? waiting for the day to begin the same routine day in and day out not knowing what else to say not knowing what to believe in... Are you tired of weeping in silence? is this the cure that will save you and bring you happiness? from this terrible disease known as isolation Something known as hopes and dreams get you through the day hopes for friends to come around and bring a smile to your face dreams for a lover to mean what they say... then maybe this silence will end? Although when your hopes and dreams are answered thorugh the sounds of friends and lovers you scream out prayers for the noise to cease and the silence to begin again This is not how you wanted to live in self apointed exile yet it is the life you choose the life you know the life you loveWhen I read this I felt like a teenager again. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 06:30 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"You have the nicest name anyone could think of ..."