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2002-02-22 10:38 AM Don't know what color your eyes are, baby... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: lovin' rockets...haha... Where are you?
I've been looking for a long time, you know. Thought I saw you a few days ago. Though I'd found you years ago, but it was just someone I thought looked like you. Should have known by the sound of her voice, the things she said that it wasn't you. You're not like that, are you? You're more like me. You talk. Without being prompted and you respond if I ask you a question. I remember the first time I thought I found you. It was...actually, it was a major pain in the ass. I made a lot of mistakes, did a lot of stupid things. The overall result was good for both of us, I think, but it obviously couldn't last. I knew it at the time. So did she. Second time was better, so much better that I was sure it was you. By the time I realised the damage I'd done, though, I thought there might have still been a chance. Now, of course, I know otherwise. I stopped looking for a while. Or at least, it seems that way now. You do have a lot of siblings, after all. There was also a time I was calling other people by your name because I wanted them to be you. They didn't appreciate it, of course. Who would? I've seen glimpses of you, I think, every now and again. Not often, to be sure, but enough to keep me coming out to look. I have to believe you're out there. There really isn't any reason for me to live if you're not. Still, a little help would be nice. Some advice, a clue? Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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