Twenty Three:

Others greet me with open arms While mine stay crossed Not wanting to say anything They keep talking Interested in everything about me Wanting to know more I ask no further questions And give a quick nod

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Twenty Two:

The words "I love you" are scary They send a shock through my body But I know they don't mean anything As empty as my dreams seem to be Wind whistling 'round my ears Whispering "I love you" Repeatedly in agony