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it will end soon, nothing good ever thrives i wait for the hunger but it never arrives i take comfort in the ending, for it's bittersweet endings are the only objects to be considered concrete i am never to be cured when pride claims his mind, he holds the only antidote, he'll forever be blind maybe thats preferred, for he doesnt own bandages nor does he want to open his eyes to see all the damages but maybe he'll change, the future isn't set the question then would regard the size of my debt together could we grow and get past all the changes? would he have enough adjustment time, it always ranges... the vase can only be dropped so many times before it's broken but maybe this time we'll see the old feelings were awoken
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
the end
it will end soon, nothing good ever thrives i wait for the hunger but it never arrives i take comfort in the ending, for it's bittersweet endings are the only objects to be considered concrete i am never to be cured when pride claims his mind, he holds the only antidote, he'll forever be blind maybe thats preferred, for he doesnt own bandages nor does he want to open his eyes to see all the damages but maybe he'll change, the future isn't set the question then would regard the size of my debt together could we grow and get past all the changes? would he have enough adjustment time, it always ranges... the vase can only be dropped so many times before it's broken but maybe this time we'll see the old feelings were awoken
bp 2010
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
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