-1 I hear grey, just grey,
consuming, devouring, defeated,
the wind whipping my hair, howling at my ears;
-4 I miss the gentle lullabies whispered in my mind,
the warmth of arms around me,
the color, the light, the life...
-7 now I have cold grey, harsh winds, and no light...
where is my light?
Where is my voice? Echo?
-10 This world is muted,
full of fake smiles and silent laughs,
making me want to cry out,
-13 but no voice is heard among the din of whispered winds,
the cold grey, consuming still,
as my heart weakens and my patience runs thin...
-16 I am alone in my world,
with only the wind to keep me going,
and still I hear the whispered name,
-19 as the currents of the water, being dark,
pull me in to the depths of the puddle;
The shore line is fading, the sun is setting,
-22 the wind is dying, and I hear it still;
almost as if it has a breath, a smell, warm arms...
Where is the love? The warmth? Where is the sun? -24 –NN
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Forgive Fear (May She Love Again)
-1 To stay or to go,
to live or to die,
the fool's Heart or the Wise Man's eye?
-4 To live is to love,
which is, as we all know, to cherish,
but in the end, do we not cherish life but perish?
-7 So, that's when we go, we leave,
we exit the back door,
But is that what we end up living for?
-10 Do we waste in the sand,
throw the hourglass on the floor,
or are our lives meant for something more?
-13 Maybe we have a purpose,
a reason for us being,
for feeling, for thinking, for hearing and seeing.
-16 And what if there is a calling,
will we hear it in time?
Or is the purpose not worth knowing, grand, or sublime?
-19 Like the summer, life is carefree,
it's the leaving that can harm,
so forgiving the Wise Man is life's true charm.
-22 So, dare me, I swear to thee
you won't regret the choice,
to listen to the fool's heart, and hear his voice. -24 -NN
to live or to die,
the fool's Heart or the Wise Man's eye?
-4 To live is to love,
which is, as we all know, to cherish,
but in the end, do we not cherish life but perish?
-7 So, that's when we go, we leave,
we exit the back door,
But is that what we end up living for?
-10 Do we waste in the sand,
throw the hourglass on the floor,
or are our lives meant for something more?
-13 Maybe we have a purpose,
a reason for us being,
for feeling, for thinking, for hearing and seeing.
-16 And what if there is a calling,
will we hear it in time?
Or is the purpose not worth knowing, grand, or sublime?
-19 Like the summer, life is carefree,
it's the leaving that can harm,
so forgiving the Wise Man is life's true charm.
-22 So, dare me, I swear to thee
you won't regret the choice,
to listen to the fool's heart, and hear his voice. -24 -NN
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
To Love You, Still
-1 I don't know where to start,
It's like a dream, you know?
It comes and, oh, so amazing,
and then, so suddenly dies, like lightning.
-5 It was winter, WINTER!
Things are supposed to fucking die,
life needed to be dormant,
not start up, thrive, flourish.
-9 And how could it flourish?
It was cold, barren, demeaning,
and yet, life found heat, from some furnace,
and made it on to spring.
-13 Now, it's summer.
So, what, did it wilt?
Since heat can be found anywhere,
did it just simply shut down?
-17 No, no, that couldn't be it,
Maybe it just died.
I really hope not,
That would have happened in the winter.
-21 Thinking back on winter,
I remember, up in a purple-pink dream,
bolts of lightning flickering in the corner,
being both warm and cool.
-25 And I remember the amber from the window,
shining reality down from the streetlight,
now, thinking back on then,
the light was also warm and cool.
-29 The color, bringing comfort,
warming up the soul,
the lighting, outside, florescent, unwelcome,
yet, drunk in by sheer willingness.
-33 The furnace kicking, vertically above me,
cling, clang, against my beating heart,
beating against it, beating against him,
as he fills my heart with warmth.
-37 In more ways than one,
it was my all,
to feel, to see, to think, to hear,
It even smelled perfect.
-41 to be Then, at that moment, at that time,
when it all made sense,
everything from warm dreams to cool reality,
a perfect mixture of emotions.
-45 Now, it being summer,
warm air pressing me on, cool winds to blow pedals off the trees,
gracefully brushing against my skin,
as they float on in the world;
-49 I think back on that winter night,
that winter being the most alive,
and I realized that it wasn't the furnace that I loved,
but the heat it provided.
-53 The Blue aura in the Purple-Pink setting,
known only as DREAM,
the yellow, amber light from the cool reality,
waking me from this dream.
-57 I jolt in my bed, the AC now kicking,
Cling, Clang, against the clock's Tick Tock,
I look at the sun in the window,
which, in amber, rises from the Summer's Field Dew.
-61 a single tear lays on my cheek,
wet on my face, though my eyes are dry,
realization that all dreams must come to an end,
even when it shine down on me. -64 NN
It's like a dream, you know?
It comes and, oh, so amazing,
and then, so suddenly dies, like lightning.
-5 It was winter, WINTER!
Things are supposed to fucking die,
life needed to be dormant,
not start up, thrive, flourish.
-9 And how could it flourish?
It was cold, barren, demeaning,
and yet, life found heat, from some furnace,
and made it on to spring.
-13 Now, it's summer.
So, what, did it wilt?
Since heat can be found anywhere,
did it just simply shut down?
-17 No, no, that couldn't be it,
Maybe it just died.
I really hope not,
That would have happened in the winter.
-21 Thinking back on winter,
I remember, up in a purple-pink dream,
bolts of lightning flickering in the corner,
being both warm and cool.
-25 And I remember the amber from the window,
shining reality down from the streetlight,
now, thinking back on then,
the light was also warm and cool.
-29 The color, bringing comfort,
warming up the soul,
the lighting, outside, florescent, unwelcome,
yet, drunk in by sheer willingness.
-33 The furnace kicking, vertically above me,
cling, clang, against my beating heart,
beating against it, beating against him,
as he fills my heart with warmth.
-37 In more ways than one,
it was my all,
to feel, to see, to think, to hear,
It even smelled perfect.
-41 to be Then, at that moment, at that time,
when it all made sense,
everything from warm dreams to cool reality,
a perfect mixture of emotions.
-45 Now, it being summer,
warm air pressing me on, cool winds to blow pedals off the trees,
gracefully brushing against my skin,
as they float on in the world;
-49 I think back on that winter night,
that winter being the most alive,
and I realized that it wasn't the furnace that I loved,
but the heat it provided.
-53 The Blue aura in the Purple-Pink setting,
known only as DREAM,
the yellow, amber light from the cool reality,
waking me from this dream.
-57 I jolt in my bed, the AC now kicking,
Cling, Clang, against the clock's Tick Tock,
I look at the sun in the window,
which, in amber, rises from the Summer's Field Dew.
-61 a single tear lays on my cheek,
wet on my face, though my eyes are dry,
realization that all dreams must come to an end,
even when it shine down on me. -64 NN
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Under Construction
(This is not a poem. I repeat, NOT A POEM)
I'm sorry. But, this is mandatory. I am sending in some of thses poems, and Until I do, I'm taking a few poems off. That way, I'm safe from Poetry Stealers (like the bad side of EAP)... not EPA, Ele.
Anyway, Yeah, so, please stand by as I Send in some of my poems to Editors. (eek! I'm excited! ... yeah, I just eeked. I'd rather "eep" but, that seems kinda wierd... eep! editors! ... lol!)
Thank you for your patience.
I'm sorry. But, this is mandatory. I am sending in some of thses poems, and Until I do, I'm taking a few poems off. That way, I'm safe from Poetry Stealers (like the bad side of EAP)... not EPA, Ele.
Anyway, Yeah, so, please stand by as I Send in some of my poems to Editors. (eek! I'm excited! ... yeah, I just eeked. I'd rather "eep" but, that seems kinda wierd... eep! editors! ... lol!)
Thank you for your patience.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Free Me Willy
Dedicated: To my Dear, my Wind, my forever Yellow
To you, YellowCoat. -NN
-1 Towers, do they melt the heart,
or do they turn it to stone?
I believe they're beautiful,
even though I'm trapped behind them.
-5 I feel safe, though, confident,
I wished never to give thse up,
to lose their comfort, their protection,
the safety they place inside me.
-9 My rock, my asylum,
My my sanctuary, my peace,
my creme', my yan,
the cheese in my cake... wait, what?
-13 well, however you put it,
I find them beautiful,
strong, but peaceful,
safe but gently.
-17 I remember them beng warm, comforting,
as I slipped inside,
to forever lose sight of what was outside,
to be locked inside of close encounters.
-21 When the guards outside shut the door,
I found my last image of the world beautiful,
Swirling shades of blue and yellow,
in a tango of nature.
-25 after that, it was dark,
so heavily dark,
I couldn't make out anything farther than an outstretched hand,
so close, so far.
-29 and It felt amazing,
the dark was so thick,
it wrapped around me,
so heavy, it even tasted sweet, like chocolate.
-33 I could swear it wrapped around me,
as if in a hug, maybe an embrace,
for darkness is so very lonely,
so often forgetten, left out.
-37 I mean, It's there when we sleep,
but we're sleeping, we're unconcious,
we don't care if darkness wants to chat, say hi,
even when it begs us to listen.
-41 That night, as I walked up to my room,
To you, YellowCoat. -NN
-1 Towers, do they melt the heart,
or do they turn it to stone?
I believe they're beautiful,
even though I'm trapped behind them.
-5 I feel safe, though, confident,
I wished never to give thse up,
to lose their comfort, their protection,
the safety they place inside me.
-9 My rock, my asylum,
My my sanctuary, my peace,
my creme', my yan,
the cheese in my cake... wait, what?
-13 well, however you put it,
I find them beautiful,
strong, but peaceful,
safe but gently.
-17 I remember them beng warm, comforting,
as I slipped inside,
to forever lose sight of what was outside,
to be locked inside of close encounters.
-21 When the guards outside shut the door,
I found my last image of the world beautiful,
Swirling shades of blue and yellow,
in a tango of nature.
-25 after that, it was dark,
so heavily dark,
I couldn't make out anything farther than an outstretched hand,
so close, so far.
-29 and It felt amazing,
the dark was so thick,
it wrapped around me,
so heavy, it even tasted sweet, like chocolate.
-33 I could swear it wrapped around me,
as if in a hug, maybe an embrace,
for darkness is so very lonely,
so often forgetten, left out.
-37 I mean, It's there when we sleep,
but we're sleeping, we're unconcious,
we don't care if darkness wants to chat, say hi,
even when it begs us to listen.
-41 That night, as I walked up to my room,
And I wrapped up in a blanket to sleep in,
I listened to the dark,
And what it had to say.
-45 So many tales, so many stories,
Triumphs, failures, victories, miseries,
I trailed off into my dreams as it continued on,
And I would have stayed asleep.
-49 I had remembered, though,
The guards had told me there’d be no blankets for bed.
I jolted forward,
Waking from my slumber.
-53 There was a thin blanket around me,
It was quite clear,
But, what was it?
Had the guards lied?
-57 Sure enough, when I tried to feel it,
It evaporated into the thin air,
And, somehow, I stayed warm,
And, again, I felt dark’s embrace.
-61 Am… am I mad?
Have I gone insane?
I feel darkness wrap around me,
As I lay in a bed,
-65 Locked away behind the walls of a tower,
towering over me, all around me.
Maybe it was the look,
The darkness’, of course.
-69 I mean, he had eyes,
Yes, darkness is a he,
Um, I call him Willy,
Because I can’t will him to be here, he just is.
-73 I remember… Blue, yes,
They were blue eyes,
Swirling amazing, yes,
They were amazing.
-77 Whenever I went to bed,
Willy was there,
With a story, with comfort,
Even a blanket of warmth.
-81 I would always drift off to sleep then,
As he told these tales of his,
From his youth,
From his childhood.
-85 In the towers, there was a breeze,
A faint one, but there no doubt,
And sometimes, when darkness was dormant,
I would listen to its voice.
-89 The wind’s voice is so much sweeter than dark’s,
Like rose sugar or wine,
While the dark was more like chocolate,
Heavy, but still tasty.
-93 It weaved through the towers,
Slinking through every knick and knack,
Every corner, every crack,
Luring me to follow.
-97 Sometimes, I did, just for the fun.
I’m so sorry willy,
I let my curiosity come over me,
Take me, consume me, like you’d once done.
-101 I followed the Wind’s pull,
As it luired me to the walls,
Where the cold stones brushed up against my skin,
Alien, unwanted, harsh.
-105 It was weird, but, light, it was coming back,
Sight…? I could see!
It was so dork, I was only moving with the floor,
Mapping my surroundings.
-109 But, now I could see,
It was strange, but wind lured me to light,
Heavenly, pure, loving light,
Forgiving, innocent, caring light!
-113 Light? Yes, it was there,
The darkness was fading away.
Willy was fading,
My mind, right then, started to blur.
-117 His once blue eyes now turned to paleness,
Misty and dead.
His warmth, soothing and eerie,
Was now burning and unforgiving.
-121 My head felt heavier now,
Pressing down on my neck,
The hot biting at me now,
Nibbling bits out of me.
-125 I had held in this gasp for a long time,
But I let it out then,
And I guess Wind had heard me,
For he blew out Willy’s invisible candle.
-129 I was burning no more,
His eyes had blinked its last,
His hot breath no longer on my neck,
I head, no longer, his voice.
-133 I saw the window out ahead,
Where Wind had lured me,
Had I seen it sooner,
I would’ve come home.
-137 But, nonetheless, here I was,
At a window, far away from the dark,
Light, filling me up,
Helping me out of a hole of no escape.
-141 So, I asked wind, “How do I jump?
How do I jump out of a hole in which you can’t escape?”
He answered with a whisper,
“Don’t jump in.”
-145 He faded, lingering by my side,
Winding between my fingers,
And, as I had felt dark’s embrace,
I felt his, wind’s, light’s.
-149 So, here I am,
Sitting right beside you,
The doctor said I could go home tomorrow,
And I’ll be all better.
-153 I guess I saw the window all along,
I just never cared to go.
Until the day I did,
I’d blocked it out with Willy.
-157 I guess you can say I’m over him,
I believe it’s true.
I mean, it’ll still hurt for a while,
But, lesson learned, I feel nothing for him.
-161 Now, I cherish something else,
Life before the towers,
Swirling shades of Blue,
Eyes that have been there all along.
-165 Yellow, beautiful yellow,
Such a strong color, for happiness,
And as long as he’s here with me,
Yellow will suit me just fine. -168
Monday, December 1, 2008
I miss you
-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',
... no, no, no. That's too sudden,
It's not just a mirror,
it's a shattered mirror,
-5 ... well, at least it is now.
Ok, let me see...
"The mirror, fragile, delicate,
casted on the wall,
-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,
like millions of ghosts,
reflecting her ghostly image back..."
wait, wait, wait!
-13 Who is this girl,
where is she from,
well, I guess it's not important where she's from,
but, who is she?
-17 And, besides,
who shattered the mirror?
maybe she did,
out of outrage to a loved one,
-21 or maybe she's scared,
... no, she's scared,
she's afraid for something.
hmm...
-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,
the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,
her eyes, a newborn lamb's,
her skin, frozen in her glass frame,
-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."
Ok, now what's wrong with her?
She should be broken,
Hey, aren't we all?
-33 Maybe she needs a home,
... Then, where the hell is she now?
And, if she is in a home,
not excluding that she's not,
-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",
a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,
but, does she have a calling,
a family... friends?
-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,
a diamond in the rough,
... That's just what she is,
a rough, imprisoned in some hell,
-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,
without surrender, she says to herself,
she tried with all her might to withstand,
to endure, to fight back,
-49 But it was too much,
to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,
to be better, to be the 'one',
as if there was nothing else she could be..."
-53 But, then, what the fuck?
What is she to do now that she's shattered?
What's her calling,
does she have one?
-57 ... maybe she has none,
maybe this could just be a sad story,
like Sweeney Todd,
... what was the moral of that story, anyway?
-61 Maybe there was none,
Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,
like, Jekell and Hyde,
God, that could be it!
-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,
for, she knew, if life is worth it all,
all the praise it gets,
all the hype thrown at it,
-69 what must be so bad about death,
about destroying the one thing she longed for,
her whole life's only want,
... you see she'd only been surviving,
-73 making little by little,
inching by, while everyone else had thrived,
They had lived,
They had more than just necessity,
-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,
they could afford to make mistakes,
a luxury she didn't have.
So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,
-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,
scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."
... this is too much,
I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,
-85 So, what do you think?
... mhmm... I see your point,
well, you're right, it's too much anyway,
I'll just go to bed... -88
... no, no, no. That's too sudden,
It's not just a mirror,
it's a shattered mirror,
-5 ... well, at least it is now.
Ok, let me see...
"The mirror, fragile, delicate,
casted on the wall,
-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,
like millions of ghosts,
reflecting her ghostly image back..."
wait, wait, wait!
-13 Who is this girl,
where is she from,
well, I guess it's not important where she's from,
but, who is she?
-17 And, besides,
who shattered the mirror?
maybe she did,
out of outrage to a loved one,
-21 or maybe she's scared,
... no, she's scared,
she's afraid for something.
hmm...
-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,
the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,
her eyes, a newborn lamb's,
her skin, frozen in her glass frame,
-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."
Ok, now what's wrong with her?
She should be broken,
Hey, aren't we all?
-33 Maybe she needs a home,
... Then, where the hell is she now?
And, if she is in a home,
not excluding that she's not,
-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",
a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,
but, does she have a calling,
a family... friends?
-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,
a diamond in the rough,
... That's just what she is,
a rough, imprisoned in some hell,
-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,
without surrender, she says to herself,
she tried with all her might to withstand,
to endure, to fight back,
-49 But it was too much,
to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,
to be better, to be the 'one',
as if there was nothing else she could be..."
-53 But, then, what the fuck?
What is she to do now that she's shattered?
What's her calling,
does she have one?
-57 ... maybe she has none,
maybe this could just be a sad story,
like Sweeney Todd,
... what was the moral of that story, anyway?
-61 Maybe there was none,
Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,
like, Jekell and Hyde,
God, that could be it!
-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,
for, she knew, if life is worth it all,
all the praise it gets,
all the hype thrown at it,
-69 what must be so bad about death,
about destroying the one thing she longed for,
her whole life's only want,
... you see she'd only been surviving,
-73 making little by little,
inching by, while everyone else had thrived,
They had lived,
They had more than just necessity,
-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,
they could afford to make mistakes,
a luxury she didn't have.
So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,
-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,
scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."
... this is too much,
I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,
-85 So, what do you think?
... mhmm... I see your point,
well, you're right, it's too much anyway,
I'll just go to bed... -88
I miss you
-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',
... no, no, no. That's too sudden,
It's not just a mirror,
it's a shattered mirror,
-5 ... well, at least it is now.
Ok, let me see...
"The mirror, fragile, delicate,
casted on the wall,
-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,
like millions of ghosts,
reflecting her ghostly image back..."
wait, wait, wait!
-13 Who is this girl,
where is she from,
well, I guess it's not important where she's from,
but, who is she?
-17 And, besides,
who shattered the mirror?
maybe she did,
out of outrage to a loved one,
-21 or maybe she's scared,
... no, she's scared,
she's afraid for something.
hmm...
-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,
the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,
her eyes, a newborn lamb's,
her skin, frozen in her glass frame,
-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."
Ok, now what's wrong with her?
She should be broken,
Hey, aren't we all?
-33 Maybe she needs a home,
... Then, where the hell is she now?
And, if she is in a home,
not excluding that she's not,
-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",
a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,
but, does she have a calling,
a family... friends?
-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,
a diamond in the rough,
... That's just what she is,
a rough, imprisoned in some hell,
-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,
without surrender, she says to herself,
she tried with all her might to withstand,
to endure, to fight back,
-49 But it was too much,
to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,
to be better, to be the 'one',
as if there was nothing else she could be..."
-53 But, then, what the fuck?
What is she to do now that she's shattered?
What's her calling,
does she have one?
-57 ... maybe she has none,
maybe this could just be a sad story,
like Sweeney Todd,
... what was the moral of that story, anyway?
-61 Maybe there was none,
Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,
like, Jekell and Hyde,
God, that could be it!
-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,
for, she knew, if life is worth it all,
all the praise it gets,
all the hype thrown at it,
-69 what must be so bad about death,
about destroying the one thing she longed for,
her whole life's only want,
... you see she'd only been surviving,
-73 making little by little,
inching by, while everyone else had thrived,
They had lived,
They had more than just necessity,
-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,
they could afford to make mistakes,
a luxury she didn't have.
So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,
-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,
scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."
... this is too much,
I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,
-85 So, what do you think?
... mhmm... I see your point,
well, you're right, it's too much anyway,
I'll just go to bed... -88
... no, no, no. That's too sudden,
It's not just a mirror,
it's a shattered mirror,
-5 ... well, at least it is now.
Ok, let me see...
"The mirror, fragile, delicate,
casted on the wall,
-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,
like millions of ghosts,
reflecting her ghostly image back..."
wait, wait, wait!
-13 Who is this girl,
where is she from,
well, I guess it's not important where she's from,
but, who is she?
-17 And, besides,
who shattered the mirror?
maybe she did,
out of outrage to a loved one,
-21 or maybe she's scared,
... no, she's scared,
she's afraid for something.
hmm...
-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,
the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,
her eyes, a newborn lamb's,
her skin, frozen in her glass frame,
-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."
Ok, now what's wrong with her?
She should be broken,
Hey, aren't we all?
-33 Maybe she needs a home,
... Then, where the hell is she now?
And, if she is in a home,
not excluding that she's not,
-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",
a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,
but, does she have a calling,
a family... friends?
-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,
a diamond in the rough,
... That's just what she is,
a rough, imprisoned in some hell,
-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,
without surrender, she says to herself,
she tried with all her might to withstand,
to endure, to fight back,
-49 But it was too much,
to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,
to be better, to be the 'one',
as if there was nothing else she could be..."
-53 But, then, what the fuck?
What is she to do now that she's shattered?
What's her calling,
does she have one?
-57 ... maybe she has none,
maybe this could just be a sad story,
like Sweeney Todd,
... what was the moral of that story, anyway?
-61 Maybe there was none,
Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,
like, Jekell and Hyde,
God, that could be it!
-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,
for, she knew, if life is worth it all,
all the praise it gets,
all the hype thrown at it,
-69 what must be so bad about death,
about destroying the one thing she longed for,
her whole life's only want,
... you see she'd only been surviving,
-73 making little by little,
inching by, while everyone else had thrived,
They had lived,
They had more than just necessity,
-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,
they could afford to make mistakes,
a luxury she didn't have.
So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,
-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,
scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."
... this is too much,
I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,
-85 So, what do you think?
... mhmm... I see your point,
well, you're right, it's too much anyway,
I'll just go to bed... -88
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