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Strength |
| Written by Dirk | |
| Thursday, 31 January 2008 | |
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Please, he says, don't ever leave me I worry at heart that you decieve me, and yet I trust that you believe me; having faith is never easy
Why, he asks, would you love me? Do you see something I can't see? I worry you pretend to be, the one who was always meant for me
What, he asks, are you now thinking? Is it a sign when you are drinking? Or when you sit and stare not blinking, of some dark place in which you're sinking?
You, he says, are my best friend. More than myself as our lives blend. Forgive me for my worries then, be my strength until the end Copyright 2008 Dirk |
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