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by Kalgalath Sep 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
We stand there, in a forest Late at night, or is it early morning Neither of us know nor care The night is silent as a flurry of snow falls We are looking at each other I wonder what your thinking I want to kiss you I don't for fear of what you might think I awaken thinking of you My feelings always grow stronger after I dream of you I want to tell you how I feel so badly But I can't I accept that I'll never have you And go on with my life Still always thinking of you Wondering if you ever felt the same about me