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At Its Worst, The Heart Is Sober
Sunday, October 25, 2009
What do you know.
You really did run away.
I can't do this.
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Identity is sometimes wishful thinking..
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I live under a sky that is constantly moving;
constantly changing with no regard for me.
I long for a place
where the ends always meet
and the shoulder you cry on
never turns cold.
I'd lose myself
in the effort of finding trust
if it meant happiness.
Wouldn't you?
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