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Endless Somethings Of We

By renren022

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Endless hours, During endless days, Endless thoughts, From your endless ways, Do you not know your endless upon me? Do you not know your endless upon we? How could you not know you were endless to me? Did you not care about we? It’s not fair, There was something there, I know you felt it, I know you knew, Did you not care? There was something there! From your ways, There became endless days, Endless days became endless hours, Of endless thoughts of endless scour, How could you not care about the endless we? How could you not care about the endless me? Endless Somethings Of Endless We! Written September 23rd, 2001 © on Feb 09 2002 03:10 PM PST   10 • 0 • 8

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