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Author: xXKaiOfHeartsXx
Fiction Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Published: 08-05-09 - Updated: 08-05-09 - Complete - id:2706160

The Call
Kai Qiu

Sometimes the call is louder then the response
Sometimes it isn't
It really just depends on the person(s) involved
Who are they?
How are they?
Why are they who they are?
What is their past and why does it shine through?
Or why doesn't it?
What makes us who we are?
What makes us the leaders, or the followers?
Parents?
Imprints on us when we're little?
What makes us call SOS
Or be the SOS?
Who decides in the beginning that we are questions
Or answers?
Why am I constantly calling?
Why can I not be the response?
The response I so desperately want to be
But can't because I'm not programed to function that way.

Why am I made one way, when I want to be different?
Why do I long desperately to change myself?
Is that part of being a caller,
Or part of who I am?



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