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A wrong number
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A wrong number |
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JoeSoss New Member
since 2006-05-28
Posts 2 |
you can't compete, you fall asleep you wake to racing thoughts consumes your mind, until you find your bottle of popov you drink away, the thoughts that they told you you shouldn't keep and then you hope, that it will stay below your conscious' sweep I wish you knew, how falsely true was my dirty facade nobody saw, the sacred law known only to your God but we all act, as if there's tact in playing liar's parts then you see me, and sight turns black logic from you departs. I wake again, the sky is dim, you stand in front of me. I close my eyes, to my surprise you walk away from me regret hits home, I spot the phone but we both know I'm weak the call's not made, I'm still alone my feelings yet to leak. It's too late now, I'm down and out you've gone away for good and once again, the guilt sets in depressing is my mood then the phone rings, new hope it brings in my gut, butterflies Is Tammy there? - wafts through the air Wrong number - I replied |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I'd almost completely forgotten about these feelings, these moments of great dispair, regret, until I read your words... I was there with you...feeling what you feel...this was so well done... I felt the emptiness, the fears...the saddness Looking forward to reading more of you... |
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