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Dec 25, 2005 07:00

This is for tonight,
and how we couldn't make it.
This is for her touch,
even though you know we fit.

This is for every word,
even when we speak in silence.
This is to how it never hurt,
that you captivate me like violence.

This is to every song,
and the promise that i'll always keep.
This is to where we went wrong,
and the impossibility to speak.

This is to how we felt alive,
alive means inhaling every aspect of you.
This is to the times we cried,
because together is something we never knew.

[3am i'll finish this tommorow]
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