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Subject: ^Missing^


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Jemma
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Date Posted: 19:57:37 06/05/05 Sun
In reply to: Milly & Cheroke 's message, "Pintos" on 06:25:36 06/02/05 Thu

"Not many good ones here." Jemma murmured to herself as she passed up a seller who tried to make eye contact with her. Jemma knew it was only to buy his horses she didn't want. No, Jemma only stuck to one thing she wanted. Or at least, she tried. She passed by some elgant saddlebreds with their heads held high intot he air like a royal king or queen. Shaking her head, she continued her walk. Too pretty, she thought, Way too pretty. Being a rough, street-girl, Jemma needed a tough horse. Not so much tough as less elegant. The elegants just weren't her type. She rather stick to the originials: The wild, kind like mustangs and friesians. She also had a thing for the colored ones. Just then, out of the corner of her blue orbs, she catches sight of two coloreds. Not wanting to look at first, she put her gaze back infront of her thinking they were just trash like most of the other horses here. But her eyes went back to them for a second look. She stopped and looked at them, confirming what she saw. They're not so bad, she thought, I guess. Why not give it a try? Slowly, she shuffled her way towards the paddock and climbed on, resting her feet on the lowest bar. She didn't notice the seller. She was too busy imagining the possibilities these horses could do. Overall, they looked good to her. With their build, they would do very well. Pushing her gingerbread hair behind her right ear, she thought long and hard about the two. The actions gave her an oblivious state.

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breath deep and cry out:
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?



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