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Dry eyes, cloudy skies. A kiss on the cheek and we say our goodbyes.    But I don't want to. Lonely walk back, along the cobbles and cracks; Better not step in them. Now I'm lost. Wet shoes. Train goes choo-choo. Cows go moo-moo. I don't have much left. Think. I think. And I can't stop, but I mustn't drink. I know what happened last time. Shut the blinds. The sun is out. I am in. With you, I'm without. The covers are not your skin. In a daze, every day. Autopilot, I guess you can say. Time flies without your voice. Pathetic boy. Focus on other things, help someone. Make someone smile. Have their joy. It doesn't work
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
it's becoming a little bit too much
Dry eyes, cloudy skies. A kiss on the cheek and we say our goodbyes.    But I don't want to. Lonely walk back, along the cobbles and cracks; Better not step in them. Now I'm lost. Wet shoes. Train goes choo-choo. Cows go moo-moo. I don't have much left. Think. I think. And I can't stop, but I mustn't drink. I know what happened last time. Shut the blinds. The sun is out. I am in. With you, I'm without. The covers are not your skin. In a daze, every day. Autopilot, I guess you can say. Time flies without your voice. Pathetic boy. Focus on other things, help someone. Make someone smile. Have their joy. It doesn't work
david-nolan
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
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