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1/29/10
Sometimes you just can't control the events that take place and we live on but never move on,
we dwell but never really accept our own definition of a tragedy whole heatedly.
Some things are more hard to let go of than others and some just brush off like dust.
To me things are so repetitive and dull that I can turn my back on most anything
but there are still some things that knock me down and don't let me turn my back.
No matter how many times I tell myself that you are not worth what I'm putting myself through
I can honestly say that at every ending tantrum I admit to myself that you are.
I am addicted to your existence as a figment in some sort of screwed up, eidetic hell.
I love you dearly.
Sometimes you just can't control the events that take place and we live on but never move on,
we dwell but never really accept our own definition of a tragedy whole heatedly.
Some things are more hard to let go of than others and some just brush off like dust.
To me things are so repetitive and dull that I can turn my back on most anything
but there are still some things that knock me down and don't let me turn my back.
No matter how many times I tell myself that you are not worth what I'm putting myself through
I can honestly say that at every ending tantrum I admit to myself that you are.
I am addicted to your existence as a figment in some sort of screwed up, eidetic hell.
I love you dearly.