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| Lonesome studying this irrelevant matter. Concentrating on the dull theories posed long ago by a person long deceased. How can I work when I mentally dwell far away from my desk. Missing something, someone, you. When you're away, how can I live? When I'm without you, I'm not living but merely breathing. Breathing to survive and waiting for the moment. The moment when we can rejoin eachother, in a warm embrace. All I want to say is that I belong with you... jOhNduDe 9-1-2004 16:13 |
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