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My Lost Love: why must it be this way? What is it that tears us apart like this? Is it Fate, or simply circumstance that forces us to go on as we do, narrowly missing the other blazing stars connected only by the vast blackness of night. It wasn’t always this way; once, our destinations were each other, and our paths were one. We were tied together by love, need, understanding, lonliness but now I feel unloved, not needed, and avoided even though I know these things are not true. Everything is distorted by the absence of you. --Your Everything, who is losing her will to wait.
by Laura Pye
Check check one two Is this thing on? Sister, ssssister. Check check hey HEY Dude, gimme more monitor. Check check Up up-p-p-p Turn it up, man. Check check one two. Alright, cool.
Down the road she goes Walking not so fast So that everything she sees Won't soon be in her past Noticing the clouds in the sky And the shapes and forms they take And the way that they travel Through that great humongous lake She likes to notice Everything Everything that she can Ask her why And shell tell you Something you'll never understand She likes to think about About what it would be like If she could live on a beach And stare at the stars every night But she's stuck at a job That she never really wanted So she has to Go on dreaming Until one day Someone finds her Who knows exactly Who she is And then finally She'll be happy With the way Everything is
by Mutant Man
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