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| Dancing on the corpse's ashes. |
Jul 7th, 2008 5:29:53 am - Subscribe |
| Tonight I can't sleep, and it's not the hot sticky New England summer air that is keeping me up. It's all the words you have ever said to me. I am not hanging on every word, I am just hanging on to their meanings. I am overanalyzing and over thinking because it's what I do best. I found myself today standing on the balcony over a wishing well with all the coins I could possibly find. I threw my last one in and then I realized I was wishing for the wrong thing. No matter what I do you're always on my mind, no matter how much you change or how unattractive you get. The boy in my bed isn't you. It doesn't matter who it is that is burying their face in my hair and playing with the rings on my fingers it's still you I think about. It's the meaning of it all. That is what gets me because you always seemed to be more into it than I ever was, it's funny how things work out this way. I am going to toss and turn in my bed most likely by myself and you are going from girl to girl trying to forget about me. |
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| mood: blue |
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