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Do you feel yourself giving in or does it happen so gradualy that you wake up one day and you find yourself in too deep Our arms are swinging back and forth Screaming for fun like children and spining in circles until our legs give I am writing the past down on napkins in restaurants with old coffee and I am at the point of realization that everything means nothing to me with the stale smell of smoke I fall backwards and hope someone will catch me for once this seems to be the right thing it never is
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
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Do you feel yourself giving in or does it happen so gradualy that you wake up one day and you find yourself in too deep Our arms are swinging back and forth Screaming for fun like children and spining in circles until our legs give I am writing the past down on napkins in restaurants with old coffee and I am at the point of realization that everything means nothing to me with the stale smell of smoke I fall backwards and hope someone will catch me for once this seems to be the right thing it never is
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
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