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I would suggest Staring blankly at the wall Matching socks or playing cards (Something like that) Something important Until I'm gone I would suggest Turning your heart over and over like a turkey on a rotisserie for three days Until it's burnt all the way through and the nerve endings are too charred to feel anything for me anymore I would suggest knitting earmuffs for the antennae of your tv Because it gets cold at night And I want you to get reception to your favorite Portuguese children shows Maybe I'm a saint for wanting you to be happy Maybe I'm a martyr for wanting to be the one that makes you happy I don't think happiness and my soul can co-exist in your heart I was made for something a little bit darker than the stars of your eyes I think that much was proven when I fell from grace into the hell-scarred arms of another I am a creature of darkness Because you are light And I have been driven away
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
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I would suggest Staring blankly at the wall Matching socks or playing cards (Something like that) Something important Until I'm gone I would suggest Turning your heart over and over like a turkey on a rotisserie for three days Until it's burnt all the way through and the nerve endings are too charred to feel anything for me anymore I would suggest knitting earmuffs for the antennae of your tv Because it gets cold at night And I want you to get reception to your favorite Portuguese children shows Maybe I'm a saint for wanting you to be happy Maybe I'm a martyr for wanting to be the one that makes you happy I don't think happiness and my soul can co-exist in your heart I was made for something a little bit darker than the stars of your eyes I think that much was proven when I fell from grace into the hell-scarred arms of another I am a creature of darkness Because you are light And I have been driven away
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
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