i didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me.
--lisa loeb, "how"
i miss the sound of your voice,
and i miss the rush of your skin;
and i miss the still of the silence
as you breathe out
and i breathe in.
--matt nathanson, "come on get higher"
if you walk away, i walk away.
first tell me which road you will take;
i don't want to risk our paths
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