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Oct 2014
there are some things we don't talk about. falling in and out of love and back again. the world spins and i'm still standing here. stuck at the start. days spent wishing my heart would stop beating. no more green eyes in the morning sun. wishing that i could return to dirt and ash. to let my spirit go.
you can't follow her there.

can you take me.
can you take me!

fall to my knees to pray but my legs split open. blood is everywhere and i am nothing now.

you're running and crying out to god. you believed and i forgot.

you can't follow her there.
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