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By Loneliness is condescending •

Every word I speak, every word I write is meant for you Your ears hail every line to nothing A plea becomes a scream Pounding at the wall around your heart My scream becomes a vow of silence only to irrupted back into a plea “Dear Anonymous, I’m waiting for you” Papers pile up waiting to be sent The message is a simple one “Please critique me,” it’s said a thousand times over I watch as you compile to every lie Shredding every piece to nothing What I really meant to say Dear Anonymous Look at me just this once Dear Anonymous I’m right in front of you Dear Anonymous Please Love Me

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March 22, 2006 17:42lost the lonely dead

aww *laughs* seems we all have an anonymous, a dream someone will actually care