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Subject:

They Made me Happy Again

Author:
Lori S. Maynard

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Date Posted: 23:57:08 01/31/02 Thu
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tg074.proxy.aol.com/64.12.102.184

Take my words and blend them around
Till you hear your own conscionable sound.
Tear my dreams and make them yours
Stain my visions, make the world impure.

Songs I�ve heard are nothing but noise
Cracking in space- high frequencies annoy.
I�m finished speaking, my voice is through
Because I know I am not heard by you.

You create a life and call it All
You create a hell to cushion the fall.
Take my words and make them your own.
Crawl into my ear, make my soul home.

Delusional dreams haunt my spinning mind.
Rapidly diminishing, I can�t stand the climb.
Lay me to rest, let me feel no pain.
Let me slowly become happy again.

You�ve hurt me once and a million times.
You�ve robbed me of any dignity that used to be mine.
I�m a hallow shell of a person once whole.
Abandon my life� abandon my soul.

I wonder what it�s like to move your arms.
These dreaded sleeves are doing much harm.
The walls are soft and the food is sh*t.
Invisible men try to match my wit.

I�ll hold my breath until I die
To rid the demons that lurk inside.
Insanity has painted an ugly stain.
They�ve stolen me and made me happy again.

�January 31, 2002 Lori S. Maynard

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Replies:

Subject	Author	Date
Re: They Made me Happy Again	T. Yahraus	20:55:21 02/03/02 Sun

Re: They Made me Happy Again	Tracy Gelsleichter	23:09:28 02/05/02 Tue