2003-07-03

10:51 p.m. -- an attempt to write


and everything i write disappears

and everything i say goes unheard

everything i do is a waste

nothing that i see goes away.

i'm just trying hard not to fall

into that deep hole i grew in

but every single thought in my mind

keeps telling me i'm home.

i must not have heard myself right

that time i thought i was set free

i know now how it hassn't changed

i didn't see it was all in me.

and no one knew where i was hidden

and no one knew i was gone

and no thought of asking

how it was that things went wrong.

now bewildered and forgotten

i can keep away the questioned looks

that familiar vioce inside my thoughts

telling me i am only but a dream.

i'm only in a dream.

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Samantha
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