Stress

by Dragon Slayer   Feb 19, 2008


As tears roll down my face,
I start to wonder,
What did I do? How?
I think I did something wrong,
But only one person can tell me.
I am the biggest idiot in the world!
Cheyenne, you will say I�m not.
I know you will. I know you�ll say,
�Dustin, you are perfect.�
Cheyenne, if I am, why do you worry about me?
I cry now, wondering, �Who would love me now?�
You do, I understand that much. But I need a companion.
Now.

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