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It is nearly disappointing. The words come naturally, the laugh, the smile in my eyeballs. Why does it have to be this way? Can it not be the way it was? Can I not forget the like I found in you, and rest in yesterday's heavy unnoticed want? That was fine. This. This is nearly brutal. I could be a mouse and this could all be a string. And you are a man with a string. I don't want to be a ******* mouse. I just want a truthful balance. Or wait, **** balance. That doesn't matter Balance was never essential. Just the honesty, man. Don't lie to me. I love you.
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Mouse
It is nearly disappointing. The words come naturally, the laugh, the smile in my eyeballs. Why does it have to be this way? Can it not be the way it was? Can I not forget the like I found in you, and rest in yesterday's heavy unnoticed want? That was fine. This. This is nearly brutal. I could be a mouse and this could all be a string. And you are a man with a string. I don't want to be a ******* mouse. I just want a truthful balance. Or wait, **** balance. That doesn't matter Balance was never essential. Just the honesty, man. Don't lie to me. I love you.
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
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