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JK, JK.
Hope ya'll like it I've changed it up quite a bit, but it'll be even better now! Thanks for reading!
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Come to me now- And lay your hands over me - Even if it's a lie - Say it will be alright - And I shall believe. - I'm broken in two - And I know you're on to me - That I only come home - When I'm so all alone - But I do believe.
Open the door - And show me your face tonight - I know it's true - No one heals me like you - And you hold the key. - Never again - would I turn away from you - I'm so heavy tonight - But your love is alright - And I do believe.
That not everything is gonna be the way you think it ought to be - It seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me - Please say honestly you won't give up on me - And I shall believe - I shall believe -And I shall believe
Sheryl Crow, I shall believe
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If she could have spoken she would have asked him to lie. To tell her that everything would be fine, and to hold her until she no longer felt so strangely alone. Of all the times in her life when she had truly been alone- her mother's abandonment, her father's betrayal, her fiancé's death- this, now was the most intense feeling of isolation she had ever felt. And in her short life she had felt more that her share of pain. She had gone through more than her share of death. And she had -seen-more than most people do in a lifetime.
But as he sat there across from her, he could barely talk in between fighting tears, and catching his breath. His eyes filled with anguish, and his words filled with more regret than they seemed to reveal. His entire body revealed more to her about his pain than he intended, or desired to let on. He could not even look at her as if she were real, but instead she was some illusory apparition. This was what made her fell so very alone. His eyes had never before looked at her with the pure and utter anguish, which was equaled only by the absolute disbelief, with which he looked at her now. He wasn't the type of person who could look past someone. He himself was too genuine to pretend that someone wasn't there when they looked right at him. He was too good of a man to look at her as though she were nothing. But he did.
Her entire being focused on his eyes. Why couldn't he see that she was sitting right there in front of him? Why wouldn't he believe that she was real, and true, and waiting for him? What did he expect her to do float away, disappear, vanish, as he held her in his hands? What had happened to him that he could lose his wondrous curiosity, and genuine goodness, which had previously been so inherent in every breath he took? Where was he? Where had the man she loved gone? This wasn't him.
And as she thought this, as she cried for loss of her one true ally, as she mourned the man standing right before her, she began to look at him with the same anguished, disbelieving eyes. As if he were no longer real. As if he might vanish. As if he were nothing.
Hope ya'll like it I've changed it up quite a bit, but it'll be even better now! Thanks for reading!
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Come to me now- And lay your hands over me - Even if it's a lie - Say it will be alright - And I shall believe. - I'm broken in two - And I know you're on to me - That I only come home - When I'm so all alone - But I do believe.
Open the door - And show me your face tonight - I know it's true - No one heals me like you - And you hold the key. - Never again - would I turn away from you - I'm so heavy tonight - But your love is alright - And I do believe.
That not everything is gonna be the way you think it ought to be - It seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me - Please say honestly you won't give up on me - And I shall believe - I shall believe -And I shall believe
Sheryl Crow, I shall believe
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If she could have spoken she would have asked him to lie. To tell her that everything would be fine, and to hold her until she no longer felt so strangely alone. Of all the times in her life when she had truly been alone- her mother's abandonment, her father's betrayal, her fiancé's death- this, now was the most intense feeling of isolation she had ever felt. And in her short life she had felt more that her share of pain. She had gone through more than her share of death. And she had -seen-more than most people do in a lifetime.
But as he sat there across from her, he could barely talk in between fighting tears, and catching his breath. His eyes filled with anguish, and his words filled with more regret than they seemed to reveal. His entire body revealed more to her about his pain than he intended, or desired to let on. He could not even look at her as if she were real, but instead she was some illusory apparition. This was what made her fell so very alone. His eyes had never before looked at her with the pure and utter anguish, which was equaled only by the absolute disbelief, with which he looked at her now. He wasn't the type of person who could look past someone. He himself was too genuine to pretend that someone wasn't there when they looked right at him. He was too good of a man to look at her as though she were nothing. But he did.
Her entire being focused on his eyes. Why couldn't he see that she was sitting right there in front of him? Why wouldn't he believe that she was real, and true, and waiting for him? What did he expect her to do float away, disappear, vanish, as he held her in his hands? What had happened to him that he could lose his wondrous curiosity, and genuine goodness, which had previously been so inherent in every breath he took? Where was he? Where had the man she loved gone? This wasn't him.
And as she thought this, as she cried for loss of her one true ally, as she mourned the man standing right before her, she began to look at him with the same anguished, disbelieving eyes. As if he were no longer real. As if he might vanish. As if he were nothing.