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WanderingHere

Published: Oct 16, 2011

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_{whispers the girl to the boy as she kneels by his bed:
-----i know how it feels to be scared in the night;
-----to dance half a step slower, still waiting for the partner who left long ago;
-----to stand alone, still searching for the voice who moved far away.
oh, she murmurs, as they stare at the ceiling:
-----i know the ache in turning the last page;
-----i know the disappointment hidden in the repetition of tomorrows,
----------when everything changed but nothing's new.
look, says the girl, as she points to the stars:
-----i know how it feels to pull a teddybear out of storage in the middle of the night,
----------just for something to hold;
-----i know how it feels to be infinitely small in a universe that's never stopped growing.
oh, breathes the girl, as his tears start to dry:
-----i know how it feels to sing every song you know just to keep the silence at bay;
-----to have no one to talk to and too much to say.
whispers the girl to the boy as his eyes start to close:
-----i know how you feel,
-----i know,
-----oh.
-----i know.}

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_{because it's when you feel most alone that you realize -
your hand's in mine.

and you have nothing to fear.

right.
because it's been a while,
:
ought the boy to be described in more detail? should more information about their lives be included?}