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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

i'd like to be here right about now

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you know how it goes

the ones we love the most, don't even know it. we try, day by day to express the ways we feel, only to fall short once again. when your heart strings feel they couldn't pull any harder, they think you're lying. when you couldn't give any more than you already have, no one sees it. you put on a smile, and try all over again only to fail all over again. this is for the misunderstood, the ones who feel broken, but can't explain why and don't understand why everyone lies these words don't seem to mean a thing to anyone but me, maybe one day someone else will see

my life is the deepest poem I've ever written

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

i'd like to be here right about now

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