Alone I sit.
I dream I’m someone that I’m not anymore.
And I can’t help but wonder if I,
Called her back would she come?
Or is it too late,
With my innocence gone.
Nothing left of her but her shell.
Leaving a hard, hollow person,
Who doesn’t need anyone anymore.
A person who is not as caring.
Not as loving.
Or am I just imagining it all?
She’s still here,
But she doesn’t want out.
She’s happy to be safe,
In her own little world.
-College junior (1997-1998)
Dana
Creative Dana 
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