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Jul 2014
How low is low when you're already being kicked while you're down?
And how high is high when your feet refuse to leave the ground?

How do I get to the destination
of weary dreamers and broken hearts?
How do I finish this game of life (and love) when I don't know where to start?

Maybe one day I'll be able
to think things through.

But nothing will feel as close
to the way that I loved you.
Wrote this for a friend of a friend.
Andrew Durst
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Andrew Durst  Tarentum, PA.
(Tarentum, PA.)   
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