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zoe
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it hurts already
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Feb 10 01:18 UTC 1999 |
it hurts already...
i'll be holding my breath until i find myself in your arms again.
to leave you;
is to leave all i ever have wanted.
now i will wander through a cold, empty city,
full of flashing lights and calloused people.
two years will fade slowly--
though i will hunt you down...
and if i must,
i will tear apart anyone who stands in my way.
thriving off the tradgic separation of desire and love...
i sware by the Gods--
i will find you.
we will spin into those feilds--
and it will be forever.
promise you won't forget me...
hold on,
for i feel myself slipping;
though i haven't yet left.
never let me go..
you are my eternity.
it hurts already--
and i'll be holding my breath until i find myself in your warm embrace
once more...
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zoe
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response 1 of 11:
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Feb 10 01:22 UTC 1999 |
sappy, yea.. but what is life without intense feelings of love, loss
and pain.
you know who you are, let it be...
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bookworm
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response 2 of 11:
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Feb 10 05:57 UTC 1999 |
Not sappy, Zoe.
I felt that way when Jon and I got married.
I occasionally still feel that way occasionally now that we've been
married for a month or so.
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toking
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response 3 of 11:
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Feb 10 16:23 UTC 1999 |
ohhh my....you almost got me crying with this one
well done
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logansan
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response 4 of 11:
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Feb 10 18:31 UTC 1999 |
I'm having a hard time here, I don't know which of your stuff is my
favorite .... do you give lessons? :)
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zoe
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response 5 of 11:
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Feb 10 20:27 UTC 1999 |
i just write whats in my head.. then i make it flow togeather.. usually
it hits me pre-written.. you don't know how many times i can recite a
perfect poem in my head and i get to a pen and paper and its gone...
poetry floats on wings of imagination.. so easily lost by a large gust
of disarming wind...
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