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There is a little boy I know.  He likes the color red, so much so that he will cut open his arms to see it shine. His birthstone is garnet, and his hair is black. He is afraid of airplanes. Not because he is afraid of dying, but because he is afraid each time, that he left his heart behind. And that's harder to check than baggage. Stop touching yourself. I saw him one day, running up the stairs, his innocent hands full of money.  And he was smiling. But it wasn't because of the money. He wore a yellow shirt that day. During the day, he keeps his heart in a box, and when he goes to school, he leaves it in his closet.  He c

Love is the cookie dough of life. It is; better when it is Raw It; depresses you to see it Gone, even though it Made you sick. It is; all the more Lovely after it has gone through the fire For You.

I sit and listen quietly To your gentle screams No matter how hard you try This is going to be a dream No matter how hard you close your eyes Or how quick you dry your tears I'll come after you I'll fill you with numerous fears Running away won't help Neither will trying to hide I'll follow you wherever you go And you'll come back to me with lies You say it won't get out of hand That you'll control it this time But both of us know the truth That you will never be fine I'm the one you rely on I'm the thing for you You can't beat this fatal disease   You can't make it through No matter how hard you try and deny it You will