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Perhaps its just another teenage reality that my infactuation is not with you its what we share But infactuation the obsession often tires itself out sucks itself dry and breaks all in its path Perhaps I just miss you but mabye its more Maybe you can't grasp this new kind of relationship my different personalities and the confusion I long to dispose of If this is just infactuation then how is it possible to feel the way that I do, about you? How is it that you're what I wake to and fall alseep thinking of? Why would I dream of changing all that I am, just to hear your voice or see those blue eyes? Perhaps this is just fear. A fear of truth and future days A fear of weekdays in the public's eye and a craving for weekends alone with you Perhaps its Friday and I'm just better off alone. ~*Home*~ |