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how many times do I have to lie here thinking of love before it sinks in? I don't ask for much of this life, only fill my arms to no end. I'm a shelled thing on my way to new homes. is this what outgrowing is all about? this is what outgrowing is all about. well tip the scales a little my way, and I won't want again. but in the meantime I'll settle for less as much as I can. I'm a bitter friend when it comes to perfection. morning light is but a shadow on the beginnings I've got planned.