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Without You
without you I'm nothing at all
without you I am sure to fall
without you I don't know what to do
the tears tend to fall without you
without you I'm all that is sad
without you all I am is so mad
mad about life, about this, about that
I just sit here and cry with my cat
I am going crazy without you
what am I ever supposed to do?
when all I can think about is loving you
when all I think about is our love so true
I wish you would just come back to me
and end this sea of sadness and misery
without you I am sure to fall
without you I don't know what to do
the tears tend to fall without you
without you I'm all that is sad
without you all I am is so mad
mad about life, about this, about that
I just sit here and cry with my cat
I am going crazy without you
what am I ever supposed to do?
when all I can think about is loving you
when all I think about is our love so true
I wish you would just come back to me
and end this sea of sadness and misery
Published 28th Feb 2014
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Anonymous
28th Feb 2014 3:43am
or so says the queen
28th Feb 2014 2:19pm
23rd Mar 2014 11:43pm
It's weird, because it's just a feeling.
You're not nothing without your other half. If you weren't a whole woman you couldn't complete him, or contribute to your growing vessel of hopes and anticipated feelings.
Demon rats from the subconscious don't feed on doubt. They feed on hope. And leave doubt as droppings. That gnawing couldn't happen if you didn't have enough substance to gnaw.
But I get the feeling. Nothingness. No realizations stem that tide. Good release, spellweaver.
You're not nothing without your other half. If you weren't a whole woman you couldn't complete him, or contribute to your growing vessel of hopes and anticipated feelings.
Demon rats from the subconscious don't feed on doubt. They feed on hope. And leave doubt as droppings. That gnawing couldn't happen if you didn't have enough substance to gnaw.
But I get the feeling. Nothingness. No realizations stem that tide. Good release, spellweaver.
