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another day, another week, another month, another year, another high, another low, another dream, another fear . . . another song, another phrase . . . another day. another day, another night, another dark, another light . . . another shake, another sweat; another gasp, another breath. another day. another day. another day. it doesn't seem like it's been ten years . . . an entire decade, washed out with so many tears, and i . . . and i . . . and i can't believe you were there and i was there and the way we saw the truth lay itself bare, and i . . . and i can't forget how it was, when i shake in the night, and the dark refuses to give way to the light, and i shake, and i sweat, and i cry. and the drugs haven't worked for months, and i am losing my grip on all that i am, and i don't expect anyone to understand, but Everything that i Love just Dies. and i don't mean to sound harsh, but i am . . . so i do. and i don't give a **** about the reasons that you had for feeling the way that you did at the time. and i won't ask you to look me in the eye, and i won't ask if you shake and if you cry and if you sweat, and pray to ******* god that you don't die like i do. like i do . . . like i do . . . like i do. another day, another week, another month, another year, they just pass by, another week, another year, another year. another day, another day . . . another day.
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
the truth today.
another day, another week, another month, another year, another high, another low, another dream, another fear . . . another song, another phrase . . . another day. another day, another night, another dark, another light . . . another shake, another sweat; another gasp, another breath. another day. another day. another day. it doesn't seem like it's been ten years . . . an entire decade, washed out with so many tears, and i . . . and i . . . and i can't believe you were there and i was there and the way we saw the truth lay itself bare, and i . . . and i can't forget how it was, when i shake in the night, and the dark refuses to give way to the light, and i shake, and i sweat, and i cry. and the drugs haven't worked for months, and i am losing my grip on all that i am, and i don't expect anyone to understand, but Everything that i Love just Dies. and i don't mean to sound harsh, but i am . . . so i do. and i don't give a **** about the reasons that you had for feeling the way that you did at the time. and i won't ask you to look me in the eye, and i won't ask if you shake and if you cry and if you sweat, and pray to ******* god that you don't die like i do. like i do . . . like i do . . . like i do. another day, another week, another month, another year, they just pass by, another week, another year, another year. another day, another day . . . another day.
this is actually a song, but since a lot of my songs begin as poems, i find the line very blurry.
jeremy-maxwell
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jeremy-maxwell
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
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