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Sometimes I wish for someone to hold,
For someone to hold me.
For love, for love,
For even a dream of love;
For that would be almost as beautiful.
Alas, I am trapped:
On a rock in a storm of emotions,
with none gentle or cherishing
but hurtful and ferocious,
which tear at my soul ‘till I bleed.
And, oh! How I long
For a hand to hold onto in all this,
For rescue from this anguish,
For love.

I have no dreams,
Only nightmares in their place;
Which howl and torture me
With shining glimpses of what can never be.
Can never be, because of this anguish,
Because of this storm,
Because I am not free.