In this lonely night,
laying here writing,
out pours my soul.
Very silently.
Ever wanting attention from him.
Living every moment a strange darkness,
always wondering wht he left,
Never truly finding that answer I want.
Choosing not to give up,
even if he has on me.
Written 11/19/07 at 11:35 PM
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