Whispers to Me..

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Lost within this home of decay Following the silence of sound Slowly remembering to believe Aiming not to please Hidden away so no one knows Abandoned at the greatest hour Slow and sweet suffering Why did you aspire to receive the privilege of death? Forsaking me to a life alone Reveling in regret Tell them you don't exist They will harm you They will ignore you You will be frightened Finial words spoken to me 'Do not wish to be anything else' The hearts stopped beating Air is getting heavy My secret desperately needing to be told You knew it all along

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February 28, 2006 21:31lost the lonely dead

i think if i were going to understand this you'd have to explain some of it to me, i think i get some of it, it makes an interesting piece of writting