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No Longer |
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Lynn Member
since 1999-09-20
Posts 316Jasper, Alabama U.S.A. |
I can no longer pick myself up off the floor. I am there to stay. To suffer, to ache, to cry my sorrowful cry. I can no longer rise above the clouds. I am here to stay. To imagine, to dream, to burn my forsaken memories. I can no longer sing with my voice. I speak only after dark. I am no longer here. To scream, to yell, to whisper words so softly from my shameful lips. I can no longer see with my eyes. I see only what I don't want to. I am no longer here. To slip, to stumble, to fall over my abhorrence and fear. I can no longer love. I will never return. I have fanished from my sorrowful cry, my forsaken memories, my shameful lips, and my abhorrence and fear of rejection. [This message has been edited by Lynn (edited 09-22-1999).] [This message has been edited by Lynn (edited 09-22-1999).] |
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