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This isn't any fun, I've thought.
I shouldn't be all right with this.
But, later in the scheme I've seen that, every one will take their hits--
so I can't back up, off the line, and be the one who takes the shit, and hearing all the life I've missed.
I feel I am apart from things, I feel I can't agree.
It's written in the songs I sing, that something is ( Read more... )
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You're still living.
I am too.
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It's a shame these little foot notes are the only proof that either of us are alive.
I've been having thoughts of getting rid of myself from this...
I never really liked the sound of my own thoughts after I bounced them off of a quiet wall.
But, I'm afraid that I won't even catch you on the odd occasion.
It must almost be strawberry season there, huh?
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