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I bottled my love. For years I kept it from the world.
And I became an angry young man who others
Thought had already accepted old age. That I'd
Die alone never feeling the touch of a woman.
On this went and my heart forgot how to beat and
I grew to have more in common with the dead then
The living. I let the darkness swallow me and all feeling
Left me. I knew not of happiness, sorrow, or even
Anger anymore. I accepted this and thought no more
On it. Then she came into my view and this girl
Made this statue laugh and veins long dry began to
Flow with life again. She caressed my face and I felt
Something move in my chest as she uncorked my
Bottle now my love won't stop overflowing.