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I can't be there for him at the eventual expense of

losing me

at this point I am unable to even cry for myself anymore

if he could just step back for a moment maybe he would

come to see

I'm his friend forever I love him deeply

but I can't become some surrogate whore

perhaps in my voice I am in search of a story of a

different telling

I just can't hear its whisper over my own operatic yelling

like the heart tends to suffocate the logic of the mind

with its emotional swelling

inside me the hunger burns dully within its dismal

dwelling

but my soul for any crucial cause I won't be selling

so I quietly cross a line I once said I never would

and I sneakily hand over my suspicious support in aid

of a cause I deem to be good

these veins of salty suspicion that carry such blind and

tainted blood so red

have no ears so do not hear all I've betrayingly said

but I don't care for such cold thoughts to frequent my

imagination's bed

so emotionally to death I too once again will have to

prevent myself from being bled...............

( written Sept 26,1001 am)