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So, Here it all is. Laid out all on this table. This metaphorical table. I'm clingy, but somedays I'm no where to be found. I'm emotional, but somedays you'll think I absolutely have no soul. I'm real, but somedays my head is so far in the heavens even God can't push me down. I love, but I hold back so much. I smile, but my eyes can always cry. See. That's the thing. You haven't even met me yet, and I know you'll turn and run away. That's the thing. It's the little things. The little, flaws. Imperfects... I'm full of them. See. That's the thing. The little things, are the big things. So in the end, you won't even give me a chance. That's the thing.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
That's the Thing
So, Here it all is. Laid out all on this table. This metaphorical table. I'm clingy, but somedays I'm no where to be found. I'm emotional, but somedays you'll think I absolutely have no soul. I'm real, but somedays my head is so far in the heavens even God can't push me down. I love, but I hold back so much. I smile, but my eyes can always cry. See. That's the thing. You haven't even met me yet, and I know you'll turn and run away. That's the thing. It's the little things. The little, flaws. Imperfects... I'm full of them. See. That's the thing. The little things, are the big things. So in the end, you won't even give me a chance. That's the thing.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
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