So Many
There are so many things, that you don't know about me. You turn around and say, "Farewell". Leaving me with these thoughts and feelings, that can't be dealt with alone. I stare at you, as you stare at me. What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to react? This can't be real... or can it?Feb. 17, Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 02:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"There are so many things,..."