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myOtaku.com: Samejima Mamimi
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Friday, January 6, 2006
I've said it before, I'll say it again, I'm losing it all, I'm losing my head. Try to do what I thought you wanted. Try to be as bright and kind as I've always been and sometimes it seems you just don't understand. Sometimes I'm not me. Sometimes I can't say it all. You want me to stay the same but life just makes me fall. So dark and alone I wonder where the sun went. Is there fire in that asylum we created to be, together forever, just you and me? Remember that sweet old thing. Finding my median, it’s so far high. Courage takes me within and pushes my eyes. As the birds let out their cries. And I think and I wonder for a moment and no more. I sleep with my eyes looking at the floor and walk in the shadows with my lemon lime schemes. Drink in the pleasure of my paint by number dreams. Still trying to find my path of stone leading to a place we called home. Brown like the sands. Did you even wait for me? Big smiles. Such a pretty girl tried to run and fell with the world. Where is the love that was so strong? We stroll down the sidewalk into the street. Looking deep into the world, were we would meet. I loved your love and I loved your face. I loved your smiles and I loved your ways. So give me one more reason to give up on life, leave me now and hold my strife. The memories in those cold lonely streets, sitting in the grass, looking at the sea. Make me feel more like me, only you knew what I was. What I could be. The musicians and priests like to move this way. Only the yellow leaves will run away. It’ll recommence, because in these stairs and in this maze, I was born to live and die again. I can’t feel that, like a tip of the tongue. Smooth. I miss your thoughts and I miss your dreams. The crows fly on. Feel the warmth of your body so close in my heart, but the only warmth that’s here is so…recreate that, make them feel it again. Staring from afar, not sure what is true. Screaming from the stars, tell it all to you. The same, not a change but a feel. You don’t say the words. And I just keep watching as the lines unfurl.
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