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Mar 2014
You can't seem to be anything but paranoid,
and I can't seem to be anything but annoyed.
All I wanted to do is take your hand,
be beside you while I stand.
But you took us down to a place
where we lost our minds and our space.
To a place that I can't even hear you calling,
where I am continually falling.
You're yelling the words I want to hear,
how you'll love me and hold me dear.
But I can't decipher the code,
of all the signs that continue to bode.
OfΒ Β the doom I feel eating me alive
even though I struggle and I strive
to keep my sanity at bay
just to hear the words, "I'll stay.."
Why is this so hard?
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
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