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Star Fairy Junior Member
since 1999-08-11
Posts 39cerritos, ca, usa |
It is an odd hour of the night The hour i used to spend talking to you But I'm sitting here engulfed in my fright Terribly missing my baby boo I used to use these hours in sleep Dreaming wonderful fantasies about you But these fantastic wishes only my heart keeps Beside wishful thoughts to be made true Now I spend these hours crying Because there is nothing left to do Although inside I'm slowly dying And I'm still missing my scooby doo It's 1 A.M. and I'm alone But all i can do is think of you I wish I could call you on the phone But that privelage is gone too To hear your voice at this hour Is the only thing I wish I could do And if only I had that magical power To make you do what I told you to But alas, all this wishing is to no avail Because they will never come true Give this one change and I failed And I can never profess my love to you 090599 ------------------ 823 [This message has been edited by Star Fairy (edited 09-05-99).] |
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Star Fairy 2 Member
since 1999-09-06
Posts 260cerritos, california, usa |
anybody? ------------------ "If to rectify your demeanor, You must imitate another, Your philosiphy on morality Is a burden on your mentality, Your actions based on popularity, Will never fulfill you internally, Cuz the world was not blessed with equality, But rather with fake geniality. --823-- |
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