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By Just Some Girl Date: 2002 Dec 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.27.08.04.29403]] |
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Stretching myself around the last of my gleaming to figure out why I cannot walk with my head held above the haze of wrong reasons. Always ... Never to fail... the wrong reasons for loving turn into the right reasons for leaving. You sit on my bed with eyes singing of the future you see in me, making me laugh from the surprise of it all. (I never expected or wanted this) |