Why does it hurt?
Why do I weep?
How can I go on?
in this empassioned sleep
I walk with a hole
deep in my soul
for you and your love
and all things untold
I must break free
though to do so I die
from the treachorous things
that prevent me to fly
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Here it is, there it was, then it will be.
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