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by Vic Dec 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Elegant night, Star struck I am; The beauty I see In my natal land. What lack have I To make me return? What more is there That my heart so yearns? Unable to acute A simple answer; I'm left this choice Worth sleepless ponder. Aid me, I beg; This question unfair; I'm simply too young To handle this affair. Though beauty I see, Tis not what I feel; "Over there" however, Vice versa is real. Hard choice to make, Of which to pursue? Loss is inevitable Whichever I choose.
by BREEawNUHH
Oh my gosh! I can't tell you how much I love this! 5/5