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I'm glad your slate is clean. Mine's still tarnished in filth and memories. Now that you've cut yourself free from me. Maybe now you'll find deep within, You and Him ; You're fragile and dim. It's like you learned from the month of June, To become alone and cold like the moon. And I thought to my self on more than one occasion "How miserable must I be" ; Before you to came to a simple decision? And don't you think its crazy; How well our demons danced, and didn't mind? It's like they forgot about us, as they spun intertwined. When bottles felt like sky-scrapers I removed your staples I moved your mountains, Wished on silver, that sunk in fountains. I forced myself to be the foundation that kept you strong It was no secret, you were my favorite song. I'll shoulder a sadness, as you flourish, I want so badly to break in search for new purpose. A relentless optimist Time to stumble and fall on clenched fists. Still, A broken back is better than a broken will. *"So I'll get mine you get yours, and if we're both happy it's settled forever more"*
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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I'm glad your slate is clean. Mine's still tarnished in filth and memories. Now that you've cut yourself free from me. Maybe now you'll find deep within, You and Him ; You're fragile and dim. It's like you learned from the month of June, To become alone and cold like the moon. And I thought to my self on more than one occasion "How miserable must I be" ; Before you to came to a simple decision? And don't you think its crazy; How well our demons danced, and didn't mind? It's like they forgot about us, as they spun intertwined. When bottles felt like sky-scrapers I removed your staples I moved your mountains, Wished on silver, that sunk in fountains. I forced myself to be the foundation that kept you strong It was no secret, you were my favorite song. I'll shoulder a sadness, as you flourish, I want so badly to break in search for new purpose. A relentless optimist Time to stumble and fall on clenched fists. Still, A broken back is better than a broken will. *"So I'll get mine you get yours, and if we're both happy it's settled forever more"*
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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