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[matt_]

I looked out of my window last night, the sky cut with ice. I felt warm and passion, my eyes turn to you. Why do you hate me to the point of no turning back, why make me cry. I scream alone one more time. I think of myself and I see great things, do I need to turn to another? do I have to rely on your tender touch to get by? Or is it that I am used to something that I just can't have anymore, now it's me saying goodbye.  I will stand up on two feet, I will make myself stronger, my defences may be weak but looking through the spyglass, the small print is relentless.



image copyright Matt Lewis 2002