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To: bentfeather
Angst!
It's difficult to trust agains after getting 'sagged' by someone.
Somewhat of a song, no tune, again, it's in my head and I can't write music.


Alive
Stuck inside my head
things I never said
come back to haunt me
You
Said you wanted me
but now it's plain to see
it's all for nothing
I float above it all
knowing that I'll fall
and there'll be taunting
(Run away run away)
Run away from the nothing I've become
(Run away run away)
Find the answers to where this is really from
(Run away run away)
I need to feel warmth instead of feeling numb
(Run away run away)
All we want is to be loved
(Run away run away)
I'll find myself someday
We
circle what we see
fear of you and me
but here it's ending
1,007 posted on 09/30/2003 4:15:50 PM PDT by Darksheare (You do not have clearance to see this tagline, Citizen)
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To: Darkchylde; bentfeather; SAMWolf; Darksheare; Flurry


when we didn't have a care in the world
how free we felt
how wonderful it was to be alive

no fear
no concept of death

then we grew up
innocence lost

fears creep in
death rears its ugly head

fun becomes moments of laughter
quick to end
reality returns

i'm convinced we are closer to God as children
then as life creeps in and years go by
we move further away from Him

Only to return as we near death
seeing that it was all so short
wanting that feeling of freedom to return


1,008 posted on 09/30/2003 4:22:18 PM PDT by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: Darksheare
That's so good Dark.

I never hear music in my head.
1,012 posted on 09/30/2003 4:42:00 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (~Poets' Know the Unknown~)
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