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Name: Stephanie G.
Location: California, United States
Gender: Female


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Monday, November 15, 2004

♥ LOVE ♥
We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, and lose sleep over it. When we don't have it we search for it, when we discover it we don't know what to do with it, and when we have it we fear losing it. It's the constant source of pleasure and pain, but we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It's a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without.


Saturday, November 06, 2004

Alone by myself
No one to talk to
Afraid of my surroundings
Alone by myself
In pain and fiery
I miss the happy days
Alone by myself
In my own little corner
Frightened of what will happen next
Alone by myself
I think about my life
And cry until no tears are left to cry
Alone by myself
But not really alone
Only in my heart forever more



If you ever came to feel my pain
or drowned for a day in my lonely rain
you would know what its like to suffer in my hell
if you listened to the tales I have to tell
you would never again pass judgement on me
you may even understand why sometimes I flee
why I sometimes hide when the road gets rough
or run away when life gets tough
if you spent 60 seconds locked inside my head
you'd understand why life I dread
if you took a min to feel what I feel
you understand that my pain is so real
if you for once, choked on my tears
or had to fight through my fears
if you had to spend a day in my solitude
my nightmares you couldnt elude
the judgements you first passed would fade away
you would probably hit the ground and pray
to never again see the things that I've seen
to never experience the dreams that i dream



Saturday, October 23, 2004

I act like all I feel for you is friendship,
yet there's so much more.
In fear of losing you I leave my emotions locked behind
an unstable door.
I can feel it pull,
I can feel it pry...
Because all my heart wants is to say
is what it's feeling deep down inside.
The mask of emotions I wear is running kinda thin,
when will our friendship end and relationship begin?
Rejection is what I fear,
"I'm sorry I just like you as a friend" is what I know I shall hear.
And that kind of sorrow I cannot bear.
So for now my true feelings you will not hear.


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I know that you don't feel for me
The way I feel for you.
We're good friends, I value that,
There's nothing you need do.

But as a friend I need to tell you
What is in my heart.
An unsaid truth is like a wall,
Keeping us apart.

My love for you will go nowhere,
Will just remain with me.
I'll hold it in my quiet arms
And feel it constantly.


She is lonely
Even though you can't tell
She is reaching out
For what, she doesn't know
She will continue to sit in silence
And hope that someone may stumble across
Her and all of her emptiness
But they only hope that they do it in time
Otherwise she will have drifted too far
And she may let go
Of whatever grasp of the world she has
As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone
Nearly unnoticed.



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