Hoping Hoping! Dreaming. Waiting! On what? I still don't know, or don't remember. However, I am still waiting. Inside of me I feel burning, burning in an unseen fire; A cold as snow fire, but fire the very least. Dreaming and hoping that someday I could open my eyes, and then understand why when I look up at the moon I think of you, I still cry for you... And I think about the lonely stars, so alone, alone with God, the angels, so very far, in that huge, but ever present sky, and I suddenly feel sad and weep. I just cry, cry, and cry, cry, cry, cry, still not knowing why. But I'm hoping that one day I can finally find out...
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