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By bp Date: 2001 Nov 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.14.11.51.18067]] |
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...I live in dreams without end. Why my life is slipping by and why my life is without friend. In solitude I feel the pains I feel the pains of life so deep. For comfort needing all in vain to end each day in drunken sleep. Absorbed by fear and left alone, alone by choice of self denial. Tired of people, sick of home yet needing a friend and a friendly smile. Confused at life not knowing why I feel the tolerance of others near. Who grasp my moods as they streak by yet shy from them in hopeless fear. My conscience gone and soul decayed torn from youth wasteful of friend, a voice inside cries out afraid, afraid at last of an empty end.... |