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FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I've gone back in time&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To a time of youth and innocence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To feel what's in my body today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;The energy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;The vibrance &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;The pressure of excitement in my chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Today I look forward to tomorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;When I can look into your eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Where I can mirror my desire, longing, urgency&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;When I can get lost in your lips&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Where your mouth has become my home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;My moment of solace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;My escape&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;My new life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I could never tell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;You wouldn't believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;How could you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I don't think you know what loneliness looks like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;It's never knocked on your door&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;It's never loved you for years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I know him well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;More than anyone ever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;He's been a constant friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;A confidant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;A teacher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;But much much more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;He's my greatest love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;My most efficient lover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;The one that does everything right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Ensuring I never leave him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I don't want another&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;No one sees me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I don't notice them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;There's only him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Grabbing me with his cold hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Shaking me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Taking me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;In soft night whispers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Bringing me to tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Wiping them with frigid sensuality&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;And I know only him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;I've tried to turn my back on him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To walk away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To run&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;But he's always there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;5 Steps behind me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Coming back to collect me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Bringing me back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To our same place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;The ones we forged memories in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;There he works overtime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;With more fervor than before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;To keep me there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;In his embrace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Dry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;Alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;But always accompanied&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"&gt;By loneliness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-5748164696305331810?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5748164696305331810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=5748164696305331810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5748164696305331810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5748164696305331810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-found-this-oneremember-it-but.html' title='I remember the words but don&apos;t remember the when'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-1560076800850845890</id><published>2011-06-01T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:02:01.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>I feel as if my grip is slipping&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to hold on but the current is pulling harder&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me me down&lt;br /&gt;At first it was gradual&lt;br /&gt;So slow&lt;br /&gt;Lethargic almost&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even feel my sleep begin to slide&lt;br /&gt;Then as if it was nothing the seat was yanked from underneath me&lt;br /&gt;And I slipped off&lt;br /&gt;One minute I was sitting there in light conversation&lt;br /&gt;Then next I’m holding on for dear life&lt;br /&gt;And it’s taking me&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting inside&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying&lt;br /&gt;Asking God not to do this&lt;br /&gt;He knows better&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;It will be done as he meant&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like this is death&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do this to me&lt;br /&gt;The warmth that envelopes me&lt;br /&gt;It’s also the venom that poisons a part of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m helpless because I don’t know how to fight&lt;br /&gt;I’ve accepted a fate I rebel against&lt;br /&gt;The innocent sea&lt;br /&gt;Full of sharks but so pristine&lt;br /&gt;It will be my death in the end&lt;br /&gt;As I drowned in this blue lagoon&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll drift to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;And then open my eyes looking up&lt;br /&gt;In the water my tears won’t be noticed&lt;br /&gt;In the silence, I won’t be able to scream&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still be here&lt;br /&gt;Dragging the dead part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-1560076800850845890?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1560076800850845890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=1560076800850845890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1560076800850845890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1560076800850845890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-5681745448145791644</id><published>2011-02-22T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:03:07.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigestion</title><content type='html'>No one knows&lt;div&gt;Yet most have experienced it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if mine is more intense than others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an awake nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I fight to speak again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't and won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I most walk as if nothing's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who have been there have forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's easier to advise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to hate them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I hurt so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hot burning tears that drip down my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swallowed so no one would see them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-5681745448145791644?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5681745448145791644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=5681745448145791644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5681745448145791644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5681745448145791644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/indigestion.html' title='Indigestion'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-1748454505304249761</id><published>2011-02-22T21:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:02:44.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The pent up desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that will not be sated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you feel any of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what it's like to want you and not have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To touch you and not possess you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see your beautiful skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not be able to bite it as I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea what your smell does to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it ties up my senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annihilates my common sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes my reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me into an animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sniff you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be able to track you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to devour your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know underneath hides the sweetest treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to pounce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toy with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetly torture you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you have to release the She-Wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that she can end your pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-1748454505304249761?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1748454505304249761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=1748454505304249761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1748454505304249761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1748454505304249761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-296824458541460377</id><published>2011-01-24T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:52:04.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclic</title><content type='html'>I lied to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry&lt;br /&gt;I did not know I wanted it this way&lt;br /&gt;So many years of hiding&lt;br /&gt;Under the umbrella of naivete&lt;br /&gt;Under the glare of the world&lt;br /&gt;I stifled myself&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I ignored the cries for help&lt;br /&gt;I inflicted pain&lt;br /&gt;Cruelly tortured&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;So used to this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;Don't know any other way&lt;br /&gt;Rough&lt;br /&gt;Brutal&lt;br /&gt;Without mercy&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;Possess me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me home&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will begin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-296824458541460377?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/296824458541460377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=296824458541460377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/296824458541460377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/296824458541460377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/cyclic.html' title='Cyclic'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-7489907878262811084</id><published>2011-01-24T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:47:38.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by fire</title><content type='html'>It's about 5 degrees outside&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chill on my skin&lt;br /&gt;It's almost painful&lt;br /&gt;It's frigid, desolate&lt;br /&gt;It's also not the reason I tremble&lt;br /&gt;I shake because of the heat war taking place in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Inside my skin is about 120&lt;br /&gt;The hot wind factor makes it feel 150&lt;br /&gt;It's trapped heat&lt;br /&gt;Spreading through my body&lt;br /&gt;A five alarm fire&lt;br /&gt;Desperately searching for way out&lt;br /&gt;At risk of burning my body to the ground&lt;br /&gt;How can I be burning inside while the cold threatens to freeze me to death?&lt;br /&gt;I want to drop on the floor&lt;br /&gt;To roll and see if it's extiguinshes&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;The fire wants to be subdued&lt;br /&gt;Conquered&lt;br /&gt;Liberated&lt;br /&gt;Subjugated&lt;br /&gt;It wants to feel the power of the fireman&lt;br /&gt;Before it's put out&lt;br /&gt;It wants to die the good death&lt;br /&gt;Dominated&lt;br /&gt;Before it's doused for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-7489907878262811084?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7489907878262811084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=7489907878262811084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/7489907878262811084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/7489907878262811084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-by-fire.html' title='Death by fire'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-2515557345002244440</id><published>2011-01-05T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:34:07.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning soul</title><content type='html'>The innocent will be the ones that kill you&lt;br /&gt;Because they don’t know any better&lt;br /&gt;Because their thinking is so pure&lt;br /&gt;Even when he tries a hand at deviousness&lt;br /&gt;He continues through life perplexed&lt;br /&gt;While I burn in the hell he’s put me in&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my skin deep jail cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls were the first to catch fire&lt;br /&gt;It quickly spread&lt;br /&gt;From my legs to my mid section to my chest to my arms&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but who would hear&lt;br /&gt;Even a drop of water would seem like a stream now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse him&lt;br /&gt;I curse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire violates every inch of me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the agony&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Won’t&lt;br /&gt;Let myself die with dignity&lt;br /&gt;This fire doesn’t deserve that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be hosed roughly&lt;br /&gt;Intensely&lt;br /&gt;It deserves the cries of pain&lt;br /&gt;Of surrender&lt;br /&gt;Until I’m lifeless&lt;br /&gt;With no voice&lt;br /&gt;No spirit&lt;br /&gt;Reduced to ashes&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;Just glowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-2515557345002244440?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-3958003284083817187</id><published>2008-11-13T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:05:59.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We live in a world of dryness, a desert of endless vastitude.  When a day like today comes, we rejoice, at least those of us who understand.  Rain is life.  It’s pure ritual renews the world.  The darknening of the skies, the chill in the air, the tentative sprinkles, the steady fall, and the downpour.  It’s constant rhythm in an ageless dance, sway of droplets that melt in the appreciative ground.  It welcomes the overwhelming love that comes from above.  It’s engulfed in the mystic feeling as if sounds of a sweet flute soaked your head and body in it’s delicious, calming, elevating effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reincarnation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-3958003284083817187?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3958003284083817187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=3958003284083817187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/3958003284083817187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/3958003284083817187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-fall.html' title='In the fall'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-5407554549307066727</id><published>2008-03-09T11:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:43:18.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are those who will deny me this moment&lt;br /&gt;But as I stand in front of the mirror I can help but bask in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s the sheer sexy and sensuality of me&lt;br /&gt;I feel like balmy air on a beautiful day at the beach&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the sound of the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the rhythmic movement washes over me in hypnotizing fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like music that makes you sway&lt;br /&gt;Gently taking over your being&lt;br /&gt;It’s an aged, soft, but forceful feeling&lt;br /&gt;Like fine wine exploding in your tongue making your eyes water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My arms reach for the ceiling in a port de bras&lt;br /&gt;I tilt my head to the left and open my hands wide&lt;br /&gt;The sun caressing my fingers in a delicious sting&lt;br /&gt;Just like that I bring my head back&lt;br /&gt;Giving my entire face to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Letting it bathe my whole upper body&lt;br /&gt;I smile still with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the peace and calming love of nature&lt;br /&gt;I breathe it in….and out&lt;br /&gt;I bring my hands down and touch my arms&lt;br /&gt;I revel in my own softness&lt;br /&gt;My face, my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;I feel wholesome and united&lt;br /&gt;All my body parts have melded into one&lt;br /&gt;All layers flattened in a masterpiece of energy&lt;br /&gt;So much love inside me threatens to spill over&lt;br /&gt;And I thank god for this moment&lt;br /&gt;For making me&lt;br /&gt;For letting me love myself&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes and see it all as it should&lt;br /&gt;The thighs ample but beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The stomach not flat but waist amazingly small&lt;br /&gt;The perfect size chest&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance using it all&lt;br /&gt;But sigh…alas; it’s time to go to work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-5407554549307066727?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5407554549307066727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=5407554549307066727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5407554549307066727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/5407554549307066727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-remy-ma-saysi-gotta-reason.html' title='I got a reason'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-3177036752279732837</id><published>2008-03-09T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:20:15.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Rambling part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a Sunday morning, when I’m at work.  Nothing to do because of a glitch.  I sit here and wonder, ponder, whatever.  I think about the things that are and could be.  Things that never were and should have been.  I ask myself where I went wrong.  Even was I the one at fault.  I let my insecurities get the best of me and I let my options play with my head.  I’ve always said my life is a forking path where each direction means a different ending, an alternate lifestyle.  Why does it seem like I always choose the wrong one?  Do I?  Am I?  Oh what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the dead of night, there was this eerie silence&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even hear myself breathe&lt;br /&gt;I fell hostage to that powerful slumber&lt;br /&gt;The signature arm bent at the elbow over my head&lt;br /&gt;That damsel like pose&lt;br /&gt;Talks of a fragility that I often feel but don’t know if I convey&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to&lt;br /&gt;I began to drift and from the start I feel the assailing of images&lt;br /&gt;It no longer waits for me to completely fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;It just comes like a barrage, stampeding on my senses&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see&lt;br /&gt;But in the night I cannot pretend or ignore&lt;br /&gt;The days when I am out of the house are for others&lt;br /&gt;Putting on the smile and focusing on all else&lt;br /&gt;When I come home is to decompress.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to pay attention to these&lt;br /&gt;In dreams though, you can choose what you tackle&lt;br /&gt;When the Id takes over you, you have no command.   Nothing&lt;br /&gt;So I stand there, looking at you, him, the other one, all of them&lt;br /&gt;The herd of pink elephants each standing in each corner, a door, a space&lt;br /&gt;I look each in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Hating what I see&lt;br /&gt;Loving the feel of it&lt;br /&gt;As always you all split me&lt;br /&gt;It’s me against myself&lt;br /&gt;One side hating the other&lt;br /&gt;Two formidable opponents in this 31 year battle&lt;br /&gt;Neither ever wins and both tend to lose out&lt;br /&gt;Good against good and sometimes evil against evil&lt;br /&gt;One fundamental to the other&lt;br /&gt;All I do is stand there and look at all my adversaries in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I am the sole victim to all:  You, him, the others, me, and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-3177036752279732837?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3177036752279732837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=3177036752279732837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/3177036752279732837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/3177036752279732837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-rambling-part-i.html' title='Sunday Rambling part I'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-1545750823148735399</id><published>2008-01-30T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:15:05.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 years had passed. An eternity it had seemed. Things most likely forgotten and foggy remembrances of the past. It was a rainy October evening. It was an unlikely place. Cold weather was making good on September promises as water fell around her. As always, she walked. Life was this way for her. An endless road where she spent her time walking. Sometimes, it was a fast pace walk which could and could not have a purpose or destination. Sometimes the walk was slow but equally aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a different day. She had known that when she woke. She had woken up fast. She sat up in bed and that was it. There was no slow opening of the eyes. She didn’t slowly become aware. One minute she was asleep, the next she was sitting up and automatically thinking. The whole day had been the same at work. One thought right after the other. Nothing to savor in her head. Going from one thing to the next. The day was a fast blur. Like temporary blindness. It had come and gone in what seems like seconds. Now it was 4 in the afternoon. Darkness was overtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dark boots looked even darker wet. For a mere second she was mesmerized by seeing water being kicked around by those boots. The boots were pointy so every time they kicked a bit of water, it went far. She watched it trying to determine which foot could kick the furthest. The right one was relentless but the left one seemed to have more strength. “ What the hell… God, I hate me for this moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became aware of the presence before she saw anything. It was a muscle tensing in her back. Like a wild animal with a scent. Her head came up abruptly and she saw the dark figure almost a block away. His stance was straight and facing her. She couldn’t see his eyes but she sensed the stare. The hairs on the back of her neck stood and her scalp tightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the best antidote.. It’s not supposed to erase but it makes things hazy and not easily remembered. Someone needs to shoot the guy that said that she thought as the memories came down upon her like a bittersweet avalanche threatening to knock her off her feet. One minute she was contemplating how fast her boots could kick a drop of water, the next her mind summoned angle of the body that stood about two hundred feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t move. Just watched him. So much time of her life had been spent thinking of this exact moment. She played in her mind so many times wondering where she would be, what she would be wearing, what attitude should be used. She thought she was ready but he took one step forward and everything went to hell. She felt the trepidation and the panic begin to rise fast and to spread indecently through her body. She could taste her own fear. She couldn’t do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt lightheaded as he kept walking towards her. She should run, she thought. Her mind ordered her to. Her feet were cemented and wouldn’t obey. He was getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the voice screaming in her head.&lt;br /&gt;He took another long step.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes wanted to water, but she fought that. She was strong enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;He kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;She saw his face clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;The light hit his face.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;She could see his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to scream.&lt;br /&gt;Run!&lt;br /&gt;It was too late. He was in front of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. That was all that was needed from him. He said it almost as a whisper. It was soft in his lips but it invoked a twister of pain in her heart. All he had to do was say her name and she felt it so strongly it almost brought her to her knees. She bit a chunk of her lips to keep her eyes in check. She wasn’t going to cry. He no longer had that power over her. He spoke again, this time asking how she was. She swallowed and spoke. Sounding cool and politely pleasant she responded and asked him the same. She could do this. She was doing great. They began to converse idly asking about family, friends, life. She leaned in a little as was her custom and he reacting by grabbing her hand. Something he absently did when in conversation. She was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at both their hands, cowardly refusing to look him in the eye. His hold tightened. It wasn’t hurting her physically but she felt the pressure forcing her to do what she didn’t want to. She kept her eyes low for a long time then something was pushing them up.. She fought it, cursed it. Knowing she wouldn’t win this battle. She wouldn’t go gentle though but she could not prolong it anymore and gave in. Her eyes flew right into his. He held on tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-1545750823148735399?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1545750823148735399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=1545750823148735399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1545750823148735399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/1545750823148735399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2008/01/incubus.html' title='Incubus'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645317552683266784.post-8676217446944111727</id><published>2008-01-30T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:05:32.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eris</title><content type='html'>Walks behind me but I feel him in front&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m a false step from walking into him&lt;br /&gt;I can smell him, no, breathe him&lt;br /&gt;He embraces me at inappropriate times&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get away from his love&lt;br /&gt;He has become obsessive and persistent&lt;br /&gt;He won’t take no&lt;br /&gt;He will impose&lt;br /&gt;His demands will be met&lt;br /&gt;He will be obeyed&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to go against him, he would turn against me&lt;br /&gt;He will drown me in desperation&lt;br /&gt;In agony&lt;br /&gt;In anguish&lt;br /&gt;He’ll bask in my suffering&lt;br /&gt;As I choke in the abyss of pain&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in such misery&lt;br /&gt;That I must capitulate&lt;br /&gt;Surrender…&lt;br /&gt;And pass it on&lt;br /&gt;Pay it forward&lt;br /&gt;Become a tormentor myself&lt;br /&gt;Take hold and squeeze&lt;br /&gt;Only by spreading his legacy&lt;br /&gt;Of fury, resentment, rage&lt;br /&gt;Abhorrence, adulation&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive&lt;br /&gt;Breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645317552683266784-8676217446944111727?l=imabrokenmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8676217446944111727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645317552683266784&amp;postID=8676217446944111727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/8676217446944111727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645317552683266784/posts/default/8676217446944111727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imabrokenmess.blogspot.com/2008/01/eris.html' title='Eris'/><author><name>Janny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17454921595688898537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTeKjK4UpAM/TNRG0Q9PSHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MoSQJqdMnck/S220/janny_picture.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
