You Can Be Lonely Even When You

No One Ever Was The Poorer For Giving

Looking Back, I Realize That This Period Of My Life Has Irrevocably Come To A Close; My Happy-go-lucky, Carefree Schooldays Are Gone Forever. I Don't Even Miss Them. I've Outgrown Them. I Can No Longer Just Kid Around, Since My Serious Side Is Always There.

Even When I Was Older, I Couldn't Stop Asking Questions.

When I Write I Can Shake Off All My Cares. My Sorrow Disappears, My Spirits Are Revived.

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.