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Mar 2014
I've lost too many people
Too things I can't explain
I've watched so many people
Become something they regret
I've loved so many people
And my heart can't tell me why
I allowed myself to get close
Knowing we were the next to go.
As a child, I had more stuffed animals than friends.
Too many things to comprehend.
I knew My life was too much
I felt I'd just scare them away.
And I was alone,
but I was never lonely.
I look back on my life
And maybe I've lived a million lives
Inside the one I've been given
Within us..
World's within world's..
And who would I have been
If just one thing were different..
But I feel a part of us dies
Every time we wipe the slate clean.
Morgan Bechtold
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