- Henry David Thoreau.
papa

Tables Turned?Different loves Same worries We confide in each other Agonizing over every utterance Every phrase repeated back Every absence of what we most needed to hear We strain to understand them To find meaning Choices created pain far deeper than homesickness What if? What if? Strength of bonds is questioned Reassurance nonexistent Could distance overcome? Are words only words? Alone in a shared darkness We reach blindly to each other Help me, my friend Help me see what I cannot Help me carry onTables Turned?
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i hope you can see some truth for dreams are clay and life is glass
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"Hiding the tears in my eyes,'cause boys don't cry."
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