Sometimes I get so sad.

Safely encased in my world of music. My computer in front of me, surrounded in an isle of books. A song came on...and suddenly I'm transported back...

I have a lot of questions that I would love one day to be answered.

I know better than to expect that.

How is it that some people move on from things so quickly. How is it that some people are so good at forgetting, numbing, avoiding, replacing...Why do I not have this gift?

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Baby, It's alright
Stop your cryin' now

Nothing is here to stay
Everything has to begin and end
A ship in a bottle won't sail
All we can do is dream that the
wind will blow us across the water
A ship in a bottle set sail

Baby, It's alright
Stop your cryin' now

There was a weakling man
who dreamed he was strong as a hurricane
A ship in a bottle set sail
He took a deep breath and blew across the world
he watched everything crumble
woke up a weakling again

Some might tell you there's no hope in hand
just because they feel hopeless
but you don't have to be a thing like that
You'll be a ship in a bottle set sail

Baby' It's alright stop your cryin' now
It's alright so stop your cryin' now

You'll be a ship in a bottle set sail
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I imagine one day someone will sing this to me...that I'll have that support I need, but never ask for.

Melancholy, nostalgia, sadness...be my muse. Back to my paper.