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Thursday, April 21, 2005


So this is how it is
How you decided it would be
There will be no mistakes
As we both can clearly see

You think you know so much
But you wont listen to me
But the power is in your hands
And there is no one who will help me

I'm not used to being helpless
I'm not used to being alone
But here I stand out in the rain
While you sit quietly in your cove

I turn my back and walk away
As there's nothing more to be said
When I think of you and your decisions
I sigh and shake my head

Yeah.. another wierd poem. I feel stranger about writing these things than I do about telling you about my tramatizing childhood experiences, but somehow it feels right to do this.. I guess it's better than posting nothing.

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