Ah, I'm walking in a dream; the silent shadow of my own long scream. Pain and hurt mingle and I seem to be in an empty and full, at the same time, dream. I want to call out or talk to someone, but who? She's pulled away, my strength and security, she, for reasons I understand no better than my own The things she wants, I don't But, without her I want nothing. Have I come here against so soon? gallagher 31 Aug 77
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