i feel sick and worn
torn, left alone
don't want to be
me, dont want to shw
below this mask i wear
and tear it down
frown because of
love and strife
feels like a blade
a knife, cutting deep
i weep, i long
for strong caring
sharing arms to hold
fold into them, say
babe, i love you
i need you..
because i do
you came just in time
b3 hansen wrote: : 2,16,08
for chris gonsalves [01.28.08]
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