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Aug 12, 2009 18:15:56 GMT -5
Post by Kala on Aug 12, 2009 18:15:56 GMT -5
Please send return this book to another address Another address where it can spread it's suffering to I no longer wish to read those pages that once made me fly These fingers of mine hold cuts so deep I did not notice them You have stain my eyes while I have stain your spine
Please return this book to someone else I have read long enough to feel the pain of silence I know longer wish to hold this cover of false appreance I want to pick up something else, something non-fiction
Please return this book to another address Far from me Far from reach Far from sight Far from sound
Please return this book to another heart So mine can end this book that has gone on for too long This is just another teenage heart break
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Aug 12, 2009 18:27:39 GMT -5
Post by seren on Aug 12, 2009 18:27:39 GMT -5
My stab at this: It's about getting caught up in a certain aspect of life, kind of like a fantasy or the good parts of a relationship, and then realizing that it's just eating away at you more than anything; there's more bad than good. So you want to return to reality, but away from the pain.
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Aug 13, 2009 17:39:55 GMT -5
Post by Kala on Aug 13, 2009 17:39:55 GMT -5
I guess you could say that. Just someone has entered my life once more and as put me at a cross roads well as puzzled me greatly.
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Aug 13, 2009 17:54:51 GMT -5
Post by seren on Aug 13, 2009 17:54:51 GMT -5
That's one of the greatest and worst parts of life, depending on how you look at it.
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