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Post by Ying-ying "Layla" Song on Dec 6, 2007 22:13:37 GMT -5
In the beginning, there, I was a D R E A M . . .
And I’m still just as easily Touched . . .
And though I Know there is nothing to Fear...i’m still afraid to be shattered.Maybe I’m Just Shy
And My Stolen InnocenceIs The Present
I’m Waiting to Give.
Somewhere within the Prison-like Cell of Myself;
Among my Silence
And my mania...
I became about as real as Doll.
But, when They wouldn’t let me Speak
I let music do the talking.
I Played their Games.
And when that just wasn’t Enough I Protested.All I Wanted was to Be and Have Enough to offer
But, deep down... I’ve always been...
Me.
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Post by Ying-ying "Layla" Song on Dec 6, 2007 22:17:31 GMT -5
Well, there you have it. Me, futilely trying to explain with pictures and prose what I, in this language, cannot. Feel free to leave comments, feed back, critique either signed or anonymously... {OoC||Just make sure you make it clear which you choose.||} Actually, PLEASE, leave comments, feed back and critique. It will be very much appriciated. As I get to know more of you, I'll try and put together different albums... Just as something to do.
~Ying-ying Layla Song. [/blockquote][/right]
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