It's nights like this that seem so dark
It's days I wonder where you are
It's the miles, the years, the hurts, and the fears
The groping around until I've been found
I'll talk to you until I can sleep
If you promise me my secrets you'll keep
You know the voices don't leave me many choices
Quiet them down, don't make a sound
You wait to give in, then you forget
It goes out again and I'm losing this bet
I know all the answers but I want to try
And in choosing each way, I know I will die
But in each end there's beginning, in some death there is life
The question remains, which will I choose, and will it cause strife?
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- Teri
- What are you doing here? You should be reading the blog. That's what's going to tell you about me. Not this little column. If you really want to find out more about me, I suggest we hang out sometime. I like inconvenient relationships. They take time, which means they are important. This is something our society has forgotten. So let's go for coffee.
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