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By Lovesick and Sick of It •

I tell myself to get a grip Go to sleep Get him off your mind But I can’t sleep Cuz he’ll haunt my dreams So instead I sit, awake On my computer Staring at the picture of him on my desktop And desperately wishing for a time machine…

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August 18, 2006 03:32sharonrenee

I really like this one. It is such a common situation. knowing that you could have done somthing differently that would have changed everything, but instead of moving on, you dwell on the past. Wishing in vane for a way to do it over. But the fact that it is common doesn't make it any less painfull. I really loved this write.
~Sharon~

PS. My poems about him make you sad, do they? how do you think I feelt writing them? *temple tear*