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Convinced that there is no life after death, Convinced that no god watches over me, Convinced my actions never really count. I don't believe. But for some blasted reason there is one person, Tried true and tested rigorously, And this one woman I trust. I believe. I believe in love.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
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Convinced that there is no life after death, Convinced that no god watches over me, Convinced my actions never really count. I don't believe. But for some blasted reason there is one person, Tried true and tested rigorously, And this one woman I trust. I believe. I believe in love.
No longer puppy love, I've been through too much heartbreak to let that exist. No, this is like a grain of sand in an hourglass. No mater how many times It passes that threshold between vestibules of the glass, The grain stays the same. And it still counts time.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
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