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yeah. i'm sick of stolen faces and everyone's flapping tounges. i give you the world and never receive a simple thank you. but should i ever expect it?

before it was a feeling of lonliness, now it's become a longing.

all i have left is myself.

where did it all end? or maybe i'm hiding it all. sometimes whispers through your window late at night are just what you were waiting for. we have to take that phone and put it in the mail box or else we're only letting ourselves be shoved into that box and mailed from black-eyed aquaintance to black-eyed aquaintance ( Read more... )

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it was your sweetness,
that took hold.
it was your voice,
that began to pull.
it was your eyes,
where i was caught,
it was your kiss,
where my heart stopped.

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give me an excuse,
i have no idea what impossible is.
i'm killing myself,
i'm there.
i'm happy.