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I'm exhausted but I have to get this out. I spent the day amongst the people who live out dreams. Amongst the golden stars that pave the walkways on Hollywood Blvd. Yet all I can remember was the people I didn't get to meet. The ones who didn't get to see the life I hated to want to be. I only saw reflection when their eyes stared back at me, deception and correction of the hurt I seem to seep. These days I've lost my touch, can't see the truth amongst the rust, it's all just rubble, with the day so masked with trouble I can't breath but I keep trying. Keep trying not for me but for the people who gave up on dreaming. The ones who took that void love left and filled it with cement, tossed it off the Brooklyn bridge never to be seen or heard from again. I'd dive to the deepest depths of the ocean for you, love makes blind men see, hopefully it can help me breath. Hopefully someday you'll feel whole again, but until then, I hope there's still the fondness of such friends that I so miss. A kiss is just a kiss, but this!, oh this is friends locked at the wrist, attached at the hips, and maybe locking lips isn't in the cards, but I'd take hollywood blvd over the dreary streets of dead end life any day.
Dear journal,
It's time we both moved on. I've met someone else. Another journal that isn't so well known as you.
Dear journal,
It's time we both moved on. I've met someone else. Another journal that isn't so well known as you.