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a for the anxiety that burns in my heart b for the brutality of your words c for the chances you never take d for every door you kept close e for the efforts i've wasted on you f for the freedom we locked up in cages g for the gardens that grow weeds h for the hands that grasp at hope i for the illusions of this world j for the jars we keep our hearts in k for the kisses you pressed to my jaw l for the laundry you left on my floor m for the memories that refuse to fade n for the nostalgia that haunts my dreams o for the onslaught of grayest rain p for the parachutes we forgot when we jumped q for the questions that don't have answers r for the rebels in us who will never die s for the satellites we resemble too much t for the trains we could never catch up u for the umbrellas that are broken and torn v for the vengeance we shouldn't seek w for the winters that never end x for the false Xs they drew on maps y for the years that pass like days and z for zilch interest, the interest you never had in me - - -
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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a for the anxiety that burns in my heart b for the brutality of your words c for the chances you never take d for every door you kept close e for the efforts i've wasted on you f for the freedom we locked up in cages g for the gardens that grow weeds h for the hands that grasp at hope i for the illusions of this world j for the jars we keep our hearts in k for the kisses you pressed to my jaw l for the laundry you left on my floor m for the memories that refuse to fade n for the nostalgia that haunts my dreams o for the onslaught of grayest rain p for the parachutes we forgot when we jumped q for the questions that don't have answers r for the rebels in us who will never die s for the satellites we resemble too much t for the trains we could never catch up u for the umbrellas that are broken and torn v for the vengeance we shouldn't seek w for the winters that never end x for the false Xs they drew on maps y for the years that pass like days and z for zilch interest, the interest you never had in me - - -
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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