Zitat von sweetlust am 18 Oktober, 2007, 0946 Uhr

*Softly...*

...To Believe...

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What I wanted,I could not have.
It was impossible,so I was told.
But stubborn and foolish as I was,I desired
It anyway.People taunted me,they laughed,
Most said that I was a fool to believe.
Incapable of knowing anything else,I would
Not let them deceive.Lonliness is like a
Darkened street,sheilding your prescence
From all eyes.Cloaked inside of the heavy
coat of darkness,covered with lies,spun by
Those who despise,deaf to your cries.Deaf to
Your cries,your breath becomes weakened.With
Heavy chains of despair - you can no longer
Rise.Distorted places,leering faces,laughing
Wildly as your spirit dies.What I wanted,I
Could not have.People taunted me,they
Laughed.Lonliness is like a darkened street,
Deaf to your cries,your breath becomes
weakened,Funny - Who was I,to believe?

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...By...Me...

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