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There she is, her, you see her daily, across the room glances, at most. your heart beats, your face,red, 'if only' your heart cries; You glance away, a heavy sigh, a tear, no Just your heart melting, or breaking; knowing that, this is as close as you'll get. when ever you see her, the room means nothing, the people are gone, only no matter what, you see her and it hurts to watch what you want, walk away. you want to talk, say something, but no! what could go wrong, the list....'yeah, those'. She gets up, to leave, 'what?! no, oh God, she is coming over, to say what?! stop staring?' Your face is rose, your heart beats, only no one notices, only her; because she has the same things.[/center]
Why fear death? for in death, is just fear of the unknown, But it will be known, eventually. Why fear nothing?
Above Written By Me in 2003



