| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Forever I'm forever waiting for a phone call I'm forever afraid of the confrontation I'm forever cold I'm forever tired I'm forever carrying the hurt of it all I'm forever fading in and out I'm forever full of some kind of odd hope I'm forever safe in God's embrace I'm forever untouched when I need it most I'm forever sorry for the thing sI've done I'm forever waiting for The Beginning I'm forever smoking cigarettes I'm forever cleaning up the mess I'm forever myself this way. |
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