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by snoweyes Feb 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Holding on to hope so dear helps me not to give into fear. i want to run like the wind through my hair But I can not have the pleasent dream to share. I feel in deeper than you can imagine I am still figuring how to fathom. I have been lost so completely and well Its a dear miracle I made it out of my shell. I am so pressured to find relief now I sit here, wallowing in grief. You left my side as fast as you could I blame you only as much as I should. I want to break free of this curse of despair But if I do I shall surely be out of all care.