A smile
A laugh
A sweet voice
Something new
A tear
A frown
A lonely feeling
Somethings never change
I stand
In the middle
New colliding
With old
Wishing to finally
Just finally step
Free of the past
Free from hurt
Hoping I can
Not repeat
The same pattern
Need the new
Wont you
Just take me
From where I stand
Don't want to be alone
Monday, February 2, 2009
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