Another from the old old old archives Trying to address the inability to relax and feel.
Blackest night is my heart into its depths I can not see All my life is mists of gray nothing plain for me I look deep into your eyes and know what we had is gone And still I see the shadows of love lost... and wish it not bygone Perhaps I will never learn, at least that's what some would say And all my life, wishful thinking controlling all my days The dilemma of dissociation (C) 1986 Susan Manley
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