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Andi Dawson
I have lived in Belfast for almost 10 years now and I'm starting to think of this place as home. I have been writing since my first year of High School, when my English teacher said she thought I had a knack for words. I haven't got a personal website just now, but you can hear some of my work via . (The Â鶹ԼÅÄ is not responsible for the content of external internet sites.)
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Done For by Andi Dawson
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You’re in my heart, under my skin, swirling round
my brain.
And I don’t think I can cope anymore, knowing you
don’t feel the same.
Where there was hope, there’s nothing now but despair
and growing pain.
I’m trapped in a storm of emotions, getting soaked
by the rain.
You’ve cut me off, denied me so much, left me all
alone.
And I’m sitting here feeling like a child, even though
I’m fully grown
Where I should be happy now, I find that I just sit and
moan.
I’m broken up and empty; my heart is as hard as a
stone.
You’re distant from me, so many miles, so very far
away.
And I’m not sure I can last without you, I can’t
survive another day.
Where I was once full of love, I’m now topped up with
dismay.
I’m done for, I know it; there is nothing left to
say.
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