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1:07 a.m. : 2002-12-13

Alice

I talk a lot of bunk
About how its ok
That you’re gone

And then I sit down
With myself
And admit

That I miss you
More than my thoughts
Would allow anyone else
To miss me

Sometimes I lie
About how there isn’t
Any wonder

But then I changed my name to Alice
When time didn’t bring you back
I smashed my clock

Because
It knew how to keep track

its frustrating to wonder if love exists
its heart wrenching to know that it does
but where it is
is too far from where your heart lives

yesterday - tomorrow

you are someone I can love. someone that I want to know better. someone that has an actual personality someone that is not afraid to try something new. someone who understands me. most important, someone who I can talk to and be a friend to. not one of those fair weather friends......