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Distancing yourself from me Or saving me from you Some days I wonder which it is you do Swimming away from me Or struggling with the tide Most days I wish I had a guide A map to show me your routes The cavities of your existence The holes in your feverous heart Just so I could go,                            dash in;                                 take the hurt. Sometimes I wish I had a guide, A "how-to" in twelve steps and all But then I remember:                                         You are other You are not me, not at all. Some moments, though, I still want that map I really do sometimes, just so I could recall But you wouldn't want me to have it, would you? You wouldn't want me to help you at all.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
A Map of your Soul
Distancing yourself from me Or saving me from you Some days I wonder which it is you do Swimming away from me Or struggling with the tide Most days I wish I had a guide A map to show me your routes The cavities of your existence The holes in your feverous heart Just so I could go,                            dash in;                                 take the hurt. Sometimes I wish I had a guide, A "how-to" in twelve steps and all But then I remember:                                         You are other You are not me, not at all. Some moments, though, I still want that map I really do sometimes, just so I could recall But you wouldn't want me to have it, would you? You wouldn't want me to help you at all.
Rough times for a friend and I feel
#life
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
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