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appreciate
silence.

Melancholy

things she said re bleak.
i cant resist having thoughts, that re bad.
i shouldnt doubt, i shouldnt question.
i cant pick myself up.
to gain her trust and be optimistic.
this inarticulate fear and pain in my heart.
hurting me every second of everyday.
i would bleed myself dry to feel no pain.

if she promised and she fails.
i would fall and never return.
the forlorn is too intense.
im tumbling and im powerless.
i feared to believe. im too cynical.
im afraid that it'll never happen.
i afraid i might fall into a blackhole.
melancholy knows no leaps, bound and limits.
i would be the first vitim of melancholy.


22:15
27th Sept.

stamp'd 19:49

Thursday, September 30, 2004