I search the faces of the gods... for ways to please you, to make you proud. One kind word, one full hug... where you pressed me to your chest and held me tight. Would have been like the sun on my heart for a thousand years. What is it in me that you hate so much?
uh, your whiny acting style?
kidding. whenever you feel you want to stage a comeback, call me first, so i can blog it.
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