I am left to discover, What I have yet to know, Of my life, And where to go, What I am doing, How I see, Why do I love? And corrupt my being, Why do I hurt? And discover tears, I make people cry, And my friends I do leer, So why do I live? When there resides no reason, The only point why, I do desired freedom.
By Siobhan
Date: 9/2/2004
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