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| Mary, "...felt like Bob Dylan". |
"The cemetery is my home.
I want to be a part of it.
Invisible even to the night.
Then I'll read poetry to the stones.
Maybe one day I could be one of them:
wise and silent.
Waiting for someone to love me.
Waiting for someone to kiss me.
I'm fifteen years old,
and I feel it's already too late to live.
Don't you?"
I want to be a part of it.
Invisible even to the night.
Then I'll read poetry to the stones.
Maybe one day I could be one of them:
wise and silent.
Waiting for someone to love me.
Waiting for someone to kiss me.
I'm fifteen years old,
and I feel it's already too late to live.
Don't you?"
whoa. you guys rock
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