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Sunday, August 17, 2008
She's right here.
she doesnt like to talk about it, but writing it helps her release all of it. you may not understand, it wasnt meant for you to. jus let her talk, as she sits here, wishing for things to be otherwise.
she's right here, in your arms
you never knew, she'll never tell
you always thought, it was impossible,
you never knew, she was under your spell.
she's a mystery,
unwritten and unsolved
somehow, she wants to stay
in the unknown, until this very day
just let her be.
she needs an answer.
she needs a shoulder.
goodbye.
12:45 AM;
christine was here