Me, by Emma_Bee
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I
am a listener.
I speak
when spoken to.
I'm seen,
and not heard.
But I try,
Oh,
I try,
to be heard.
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I
am a lover.
my heart,
goes to the lonely.
I love
the loveless.
But I'm,
Really,
Hopelessly,
Lonely.
............................................................
I
am a dreamer.
I see
an unknown world.
I write,
the impossible.
But really,
I'm to far,
So far,
Into reality.
And it kills me.
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I
am me.
I'm not
you.
I'm not
him,
or her.
But sometimes,
I wish,
with all my heart.
That I wasn't
me. |
Posted: 2010-02-24 03:04:02 UTC |
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2010-12-14 04:02:44 | ma_chapa3xD |
POR QUA? you are the awwwwwesomeness or awwwwwwesomeness!(new jersey accent) |