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No Expectations
Sense and sensibility goes down upon itself
Trying to rise above the insanity and myself
It seems to me that to be alone is truly the answer
For to interact is a disease like a cancer
Expanding myself and to have no expectations
Alone and serene  is where my heart has relaxations
Too much too fast I seem to attach greatly
I don't even know what it is exactly
Strings of a web which I know all too well
Welling up with emotions that I know can fall
Not wanting to show how vulnerable I am
To be subjected is more than I can stand
I feel like I'm falling into a big black chasm
Where my mind wishes to go and end in sarcasm
Why won't the thoughts just dry up and shrivel
Heat things up and hear them sizzle
Exert and deny the agony of my own enemy
Bring it down and kill it so it won't be company
Too hard, and not wanting to are the factors I have
Too keep the thoughts of my dying alive


Elisabeth Stover 2001