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Aug 03, 2006 19:27

Maybe the cheese stands alone because he chose to do so
he followed his heart, and seized control before he let someone spoil it.
I sit alone in my room
because being with you leaves room for broken pieces.
I can't talk to you right now,
because I want what you don't.
I don't know how to make you my friend,
because I want you to be my lover instead.
What's the point in waiting for you to make up you mind?
If someday you decide to call me, I might be there.
Unless you waint too long,
because I've already begun waiting for someone else.
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