O sad fate 'tis mine.
The naivity of this lonesome
Fool.
Seeing naught but the
Best of everyone.
Hurt in the end by
Thineself.
Open your eyes
Young fool!
Let not the world
Take you.
In silence I
Wander and wonder,
My love has left and
Bereft me. Never
Shall I know
What the truth be.
Blinded by myself.
I wait.
11: 10 a.m. 2/23/09
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