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Ferelwing

Published: Apr 22, 2010

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Don't save me,
                                      I scream
Rescue me from myself,
                                      I beg with my eyes
Don't touch me,
                                      I pull away
Hold me close,
                                      I'm longing to say
Let me find my own way,
                                      I say out loud
Lend me your guidance,
                                      I whisper deep inside
I feel nothing for anyone,
                                     Eyes closed to hide
I feel far too deeply to ever express,
                                      I hold it close to my heart
Leave me alone
                                      I push it all away
Stay with me
                                      It's what I want to say
I can never share my weakness
                                      I will it all away
Please, soothe the pains
                                      Just let me cry today

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davidanaandrake

Nov 20, 2010

:3 Ah, the fun confusion of a woman's mind. One of the reasons why I almost wish I was a man. :3 I like the formatting <3

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