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Current mood:  exhausted Category: Writing and Poetry
here you come again
with all your staggering potential
you look good again
how long has it been?
the last time we met
you were the one on top
and i was the boy
who couldn't stop myself
now my mind is white
like your questioning eye
i could give you my world
but you'd just tear it up again
i could open these shades to let the light
burn these empty halls
because i may bend from time to time
never breaking
but lines of reason
always get me into trouble
you're here in my head
can't get you out
of my weakened mind
and i never thought
i was that strong
never thought that i was...
9:06 AM
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