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not enough time I still want to thank you (and others too) for your patience and understanding as I wander through this life wishing I had more time for the conversation, for to communicate is a beautiful thing... as it is, I often do not have time for self-expression (heck, some days pass without time for cleaning up behind myself, which is one reason I do my best not to disturb the environment so there is less to clean up when I find the time)... it is a languish that comes from being alone too long...
one tends to forget the sharing when one is alone too long one tends to forget the caring when one is alone too long home becomes the emptiness when one is alone too long lonely must fit into happiness through clouds of depression and waves of unfulfilled desires sometimes it rains, there is no parade and nothing inspires through doubts and repression the world seems to be full of liars trust becomes cold, inflexibly hard petrified funeral pires when one is alone too long one forgets sensitivity when one is alone too long I tends to replace we when one is alone too long time always seems to run out when one is alone too long the end is always in doubt through tears of confession a beggar becomes the heart too vulnerable to be exposed pretense must start the ultimate lesson found in falling apart is nobody cares when nobody's there it hurts to be smart wishing for the bliss of ignorance of a time before being alone too long closes a door when one is alone too long one forgets what life is for this is just a reminder (of who I really am).
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |