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My Lifelong Disease

Its around this time,

That I stay up and just stare at the prickly ceiling,

just laying in bed with a cold empty feeling.

Even though I have three layer of sheets on top of me.

 

Its around this time,

That I start thinking about how things would be different.

If I could just stop thinking about her.

 

I've tried swallowing, stomping, and burying that love,

that idea, that thought, that desire.

But it just won't give up and it won't go down.

It's unhealthy loving something that hurts you,

something that won't happen,

something that won't return to bed at night.

But its also reckless to let go of everything you ever wanted.

 

If you find something special, hold on to it.

Hold on to it with everything you got and never let go.

Enjoy the ride because it'll be a long one with ups and downs.

and love the hell out of that special something.

 

Because life can take her away from me,

but life can't take the love out of me.

I'm just holding on to her forever.

She is my lifelong disease.

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david-beltran
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Apr 8, 2012
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