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Sep 2013
See, everything I see before I open up my eyes
Has made them calloused to the days and passing of the time
I cannot find a way to hold the things I held before
And what I have in place of them won't matter anymore
If this is it, I want to leave, I want to walk I mean
I want to take some solace in my memory's machine
I try to keep a steady pace but tread with heavy feet
The gravity of moving on - the source of my retreat
And yesterday is running now and I cannot keep up
But I will let the blisters form before I drop the cup
The pain is gone, my body's free from every kind of ache
The thought of you has settled in, you weren't a mistake
With callouses upon my feet, I walk, I carry on.
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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