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I am a very medium sort of person. Medium height. Medium weight. Medium eyesight Medium intelligence. Medium faith. Medium love. I live a medium life. Which is really no life at all. You would feel this if you lived a medium life. Like mine. |
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Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand Two birds on a wire One says "Come on," and the other says "I'm tired, The sky is overcast and I'm sorry. One more or one less Nobody's worried" I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar Two birds on a wire Once tries to fly away and the other... |
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People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends? Hey. I'm not sure what to say to you all anymore. Do you still... I mean, do you still love me? Do any of you still love me? Do you even care anymore? You. Are you giving up on me? You gave up on him. Which obviously worked fantastically. And you. I know we don't like each other any more. I wish you would just leave me alone. And I know you wish the same of me. Why are we both still here? And you; you who I thought was an original soul. You're as original as all the other 'original' kids around here. I wish you would just do what you think is best for you. Not what you think others will like. And you. I don't know what to say about you. You're a lot like her, you know. More insecure, though. You don't have to apologize all the time. I can't tell if you're really embarassed, or you're just so self-centered that you think other people worry about stuff like that. We don't. And you. Sometimes you are much too soft. I want to tell you to just get over it. You shouldn't care so much. Caring only hurts. You feel bad for everything; I feel bad for nothing. I think maybe you think you are supposed to feel bad about some things, so you do. I don't think that's how it works. And you, you don't even know I exist. It's okay, you couldn't if you wanted. It would just end up making me miserable anyway, so maybe it's best for me if you don't. But I know, well, at least I think Everything's gonna be okay soon Maybe tomorrow Maybe the next day |