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Oct 2010
Sometimes I need to put a table on my head
And think back to childhood
And cry all alone under a blanket
The world is full of terrors
Darkness knows no bounds
I wish it would all go away
But the tears feel
so good to be alive
So good to not feel nothing
What had happened?
When did everything fall away?
Dont tell me my love isnt real.
Sacred in my solitude
Maybe you just dont know
Havent learned how to feel this good
Maybe I havent been able to hold onto    
It
Maybes thats where my dreams went
But there is more than that
So long I tried to run
Because like nothing else love is scary and it hurts

More than anything
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So now here I am
Alone again
Wishing I held you
There is this ache within me
That longs to hold you again
And its that which keeps me up all night
Although I guess the coffee helps
Copyright Eric Whittier Oct 2010
Written by
Eric N Whittier
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   cynthia and Oli Nejad
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