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I am scared in the whipping winds tonight.

I am alone, because I am losing all the things I loved again,

a lover and a best friend.

I will watch her love another more,

and have to be different all the time,

and have to find another, stranger life.

I will watch his heart turn to stone,

while he believes I sent him out alone,

until he wishes I would up and die.



I loved my freedom and still do, but its

not so easy when you've got

you against the world and you

don't have anything but a couple of fuzzy dreams about

where you want to go.

I have no where to live.  I search alone in

a large city and its hard to

connect with the people that walk on the streets.

No one likes me for me, they like

people for their clothes or

the way they look in a minidress and that drink balanced

perfectly in their manicured alcohol saturated

fingers.

I'm tired of doing drugs.

I want to cry.

Long hours of tears in the sad rain to match it,

usually I bloom in rain but this is a different sort,

its malicious,

it is vicious,

it wants me to remember all the things that the clicking clock of time will change.

This life is bound to fade away,

and with it all the people I touched.

I am alone, it seems we are all alone now to start our journeys.

Just please don't blame me.

I'm just as scared as you.