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Don't you wanna stay
I miss Vancouver. That's all.
I miss all those people. I love my life but I miss that.
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twenty years.
In the morning it'll find you
Let the light shine away
Down a road that's leading me nowhere
And there's no way around it
Could this be our last dance?
Just fall asleep with the TV darling
I'll be back again -
i never know what to say
there are times - where you stay out for almost 24 hours, and you dont' seem to think it's weird that you're drinking for ten of them. there are times where you just would rather be out with all of my friends even though you know it breaks my heart - than to come home and hang out with me. there are times where you see the things that i bought you ( Read more... ) -
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Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
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279
It's not even that long. Wars last longer than 279 days. Breakups only start feeling real after about 365. You can't teach someone how to talk in that long. But it doesn't matter how many things aren't 279 days. All that matters are the things that are - the length of the time it took me to realize I could probably go back. The time it took ( Read more... ) -
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I don't know that I would be happy if he said what I wanted him to say.
I don't know that i was just messing with what i remember of him when i think about the times that we shared. these memories are fleeting - all i can think about now is standing on yonge street in the cold watching him walk away, again. i don't know that i'm ever going to ( Read more... ) -
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It's the only time i realize, in intense detail, with the most harshness i can possibly imagine, how absolutely little i understand ( Read more... ) -
everything, all the time.
I'm finding it incredibly, increasingly difficult to not rewrite the past. I do it in everything I write about, I even do it in my school work ( Read more... ) -
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