Mary Bailly

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I am normal, though I've been called strange. I do not hide. I have tried to seek, comming up empty every time. Hurt in more ways than one, I have cried myself to sleep. Feeling used and used, a marrionette with broken strings. I feel the rain on my face. The cold remembrance of existance a last hurrah for the human race. I hold it dearer to mine own, than hidden desires of wanton faith. The God I believe can save a life, turned from me in blatant distaste. Lost am I, in thoughts and false splendor. The walls begin to fall, It's like Berlin again. I feel my broken strings are strained, holding onto all that remains.)

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You smile,
I laugh.
Your eyes shine
And color rises to my face.
I know I am falling,
falling hard
I know I am afraid,
terrified of it all
So new is this feeling that I cannot escape.

I wander in my world
of make believe
And you pull me back
to this sad reality

In my heart I feel...lost
In my mind I feel...broken
Knowing you are there does not deminish the thought;
that your too old
And I too young.
So new to this life,
So far from a future,
So sick of it all,
I let myself fall.

Sweet dreams are but a myth.
I lost myself,
in your love of life.
I find myself,
holding on tight,
To the thought you relish;
The day you return.
The feelings you hold;
still do they burn.
though I wait no longer,
still do thoughts of you linger.

So new to this I am,
lost and confused.
I have fought my way,
tattered heart, torn thoughts and knowledge that all fades,
threw every trial you threw to me
And remained still alone in my life.
Chased by few and still too many,
There was never an escape.
I have all all sense of you,
though our memories remain.

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