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Jul 08, 2008 16:10

 Stumbling over some memories that were left beside my bed. I'm doing it again, walking around in my own head like it's a walk in closet.  I've stayed clean but by no means am I any form of the definition.  The crown rested it self on my head long ago but now it's found its way into my drink.  Drag down the moon, bring me back to any night with you.   If I could feel broken again and again just to feel your hands delivering the pain, I would.  Pretty sick in the head, I'm fucked up like he said.  Back to Basics, Eating less and drinking more.   It took me all these years, you'll never understand this but I want to break down on the road again.  Lose myself in another city.  I want what I won't see.  I  want what I don't need.  The story of my past is an outline of my future.  His eye color always depended on the weather.  I've always wondered if I had maybe met him now and not then would we be laying in this bed?  Part your lips in-between  sips and let's just both believe that these downtown lights will guide you home like the stars and you'll find yourself @ 7 North.

Love,

The inconsistent/dreamer/leaver/WishSheNeverFuckingMetYou/Lush/drunk/FuckedUpInTheHead/Doesn'tMeanHalfTheShitSheSays/ Star

<3 I was used to treating you bad cause it's all that i'm good at....
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