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Created on: April 02, 2009
As i stand starring into the pouring rain
I want to feel the cold, stinging drops on my skin
I long to feel something beautiful again
In the windows reflection I see myself
An illusion of the past comes back again
I can remember who I was before this prison life began
I can't stop the echoes of the laughter
then my hushed cries of anger
I am too cold and paralyzed to block out the memories that take over my thoughts
Where do I hide when I don't want to feel what my heart has not forgotten?
I created fantasies and held onto hope
as a child it was the only way for me to cope
For he played the music and my life danced away
Now I see all my empty dreams from my past years
and they cause me so many tears
The emotional destruction I fear
is too intense for tears
I long to feel something beautiful again!
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