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I remember standing on the bitter edge, of the past, this present, this future
the people or places I left behind
the people or places I embraced for life
I can see ive moved on
but I can remember
all the fucked up things I did
all the noises I made to myself
and finally I got the courage and left

Now I try to hold on to this bitter beginning
it leaves me tired and breathless
and exhilaration isnt the keystone to reality
but neither is boredom and self
and sometimes it feels great to fall
but landing in someones arms
is simply the best drug of all.

I miss my family in plattsburgh, long island, and florida ... but, I wouldnt want to be anywhere else.