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August 7/2000

Countless days sitting infront of an screen filled with words, eyes filled with tears. I want to put my fingers over your lids just to feel your eyes searching, knowing that you are in a world where dreams are the one only truth. But it can't be so. Tonight I'll sleep alone, and wake alone, hoping no not have even waken at all. I am the unknown, insivible, and ignored. Scared to talk, I remain with the ageless and aged. A group not of my own, there is no place I belong. The songs play by, but I don't hear them anymore. Forgotten and smothered, I am a song beaten down by the rain. My uniqueness is not power; it is weakness. Your eyes will never be searching for mine.