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Sometimes people say one thing And their face tells you something very much different. That's why I react. It's your face. But you had a stroke and now it's like I have to re-learn What your face is saying. I'm in the dark When knowing what to do to make you happy. It's scarey. You seem a million miles away. You no longer joke with your eyes. Please don't leave. Don't float off. You're slowly floating away from This little life-raft We have constructed together. I feel guilty for the feeling I have the you're leaving me behind. Because i know it's really a natural thing: We were born into this world alone and we leave it alone. I wonder where we go after this life.. This strange strange life.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
The Stroke
Sometimes people say one thing And their face tells you something very much different. That's why I react. It's your face. But you had a stroke and now it's like I have to re-learn What your face is saying. I'm in the dark When knowing what to do to make you happy. It's scarey. You seem a million miles away. You no longer joke with your eyes. Please don't leave. Don't float off. You're slowly floating away from This little life-raft We have constructed together. I feel guilty for the feeling I have the you're leaving me behind. Because i know it's really a natural thing: We were born into this world alone and we leave it alone. I wonder where we go after this life.. This strange strange life.
rasputina-keen
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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