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It never did. The minutes turn into hours, Hours in weeks, Weeks into months, But I still don't understand. A wise woman says, "Let go of wanting to know There are things in life that have no answers." But still I cannot be at peace. And maybe I was naive to think That deep down there was something Something unmovable, something unbreakable But instead, I found feathered flight and brittle bones.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
It doesn't matter
It never did. The minutes turn into hours, Hours in weeks, Weeks into months, But I still don't understand. A wise woman says, "Let go of wanting to know There are things in life that have no answers." But still I cannot be at peace. And maybe I was naive to think That deep down there was something Something unmovable, something unbreakable But instead, I found feathered flight and brittle bones.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
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