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| Your spirit is full. You always seem composed. I try to put you away. Out of my thoughts. I have tried. Oh! How I have tried. You stride back in. Into my mind. How can I escape? My own thoughts, They hurt me? I need a release, A release from you. March 29, 2000 |
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| My mind rarely left Billy after we broke up. I just couldn't get away from what we had. I even asked him to my senior prom, but alas, he declined. I had to go with Nile. I would have rather gone with James, but I just didn't get there fast enough. I had fun though. Billy was always on my mind though and that was the root of the poem. | ||||||
| jenny says take me there shoulda coulda woulda you don't say ~~home~~ |
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