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TheLovelyLadyHawk

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Post: 38041521_151 created on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:57:52 +0000
Posted: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:57:52 +0000

I've been kissed 162 times!

@Kaito_Rev: Sure!

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Post: 38041521_152 created on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:59:01 +0000
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TheLovelyLadyHawk

I've been kissed 162 times!

@Kaito_Rev: Sure!

lol ive only been kissed like 42 crying ......... rofl

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Post: 38041521_153 created on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:59:03 +0000
Posted: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:59:03 +0000

Don't be fooled by me.

Don't be fooled by the face i wear.

For i wear a thousand masks, Masks that i'm afraid to take off,

And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be

fooled, For Heaven's sake don't be fooled.

I give the Impression that i'm secure, that all is sunny and

unruffled with me, Within as well as without, That confidence is my

name and coolness my game: That the water's calm and I'm in

command, And that i need no one

But don't believe me.

Please

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask,

Beneath it lies no compliance.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness.

But i hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.

Thats why i frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant,

sophisticated

Facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance

That knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation.

And i know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptence, if it's followed

by love It's the only thing that will assure me of what i can't

Aassure myself, that i'm worth something.

But i can't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.

I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh at me,

And your laugh would kill me.

I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that i'm no good, and that

you Will see this and reject me.

So I play this game, my Desperate game, with a facade of

assurance Without and a trembling child within.

And so begins the parade of masks. And my life becomes a front.

I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you

Everything that is really nothing, And nothing of what's everything,

Of whats crying within me; so when i'm going through my routine,

Do not be fooled by what i'm saying. Please listen carfully and try

to hear what i'm not sayingWhat I'd like to be able to say, What

For Survival I need to say, But i can't say.

I dislike hiding. Honestly!

I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, The phony game.

I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me - but

you've got To help me. You've got to hold out your hand,

Even when that seems to be the last thing i want.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of

breathing death.

Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind and

gentle, And encouraging, each time you try to understand

because you really care, My heart begins to grow wings, very

small wings, very feeble wings, -but wings. With your sensitivity

and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can breathe

life into me. I want you to know that.

I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be

the creator of the person that is me if you choose to.

Please choose to. You can melt the wall behind which a child

trembles. Do not pass me by. Please........Do not pass me by.

It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness

builds strong walls.

The nearer you approach me, the blinder i strike back.

I fight against the very thing i cry out for.

But i am told that love is stronger that walls, and in this lies my

hope.

Please approach me with gentle hands, for a child is very

sensitive.

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