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Joined: 29 Jan 2004
Posts: 17
Location: The Wired

I'm huddled up with my knees to my chest
Rocking back and forth to an unknown beat
I turned my back to the world today
To get over it, to admit defeat

I try then fail to lock feelings away
They keep on making me helpless and weak
The joy and pain of emotions are sweet
When the bloom of despair is not at its peak

I'm still drawn to your flame like a small silly moth
Atop my knees there is now my face
All your words mean something only to me
Everybody knows I'm a head hopeless case

All I want is to hide but I can't decide how
Crystal clear paths; yours, theirs, mine
I was probably meant to watch you all live
If I don't need to exist, fine

kisha gooding rules!