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I'm so inside, and I won't let go People speak to a shell, but they don't know I want to hear what they say I want to smile and nod, laugh and talk about nothing I'm so inside, and I want to let go Something struggles in me and tries to break free But I can't seem to help, ill-equipped, ill-at-ease Is it like a butterfly If I pull it from its sheath, will its wings not grow I need to open my eyes, I need to see. 25 September 2006 (Close Window) Copyright 1990-2008 - Julie C. Coleman Do not reproduce without permission. |