| Strangers
| No Choice | Friend
| Recapture the Dream
| Desperation
| Regret
|
| Crash
into my Life
| On the
Riverbank
| Boat come
In, Tide go Out
| Someday
|
In desperation
I counted
on my fingers
whom to call,
to turn to,
reach out for,
cling to.
Seven, eight,
nine
people
to hold
close....
nine,
seven,
four,
none.
Mistaken
I had been
in desperation,
finding that
others wouldn't
do.
I only
wanted
him.
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