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Thursday, July 31, 2008

i think i'll be,
lost without you.

it's like giving the fishes without the rod. like giving the bread and not concerned about tomorrow's butter. it's like...flying without wings.

the beginning is always the hardest, they say...how much harder can it be? i'm physically here but my heart and soul has gone away. seemingly trapped in a place far away. where i once knew all by the tip of my fingers.

gone were the days we could laze around. those happy days that we danced in meadows. why, i think i'm on the wrong pasture.

it couldn't have been wrong. just raw. it couldn't have been far, just unknown.

i am a stranger in this familiar place and the pieces don't fit.

your face is a thousand miles away and i can't wait to fly away.
-cheryl
1:22 AM





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