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i want this soundtrack.
eternal_sunshine rocks my world.
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From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a memory
With strings that tie to you
In my dream I'm off & running
To the place that's out of view
Of every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you
Though a change has taken place
And I no longer do adore her
Still every God forsaken place is always
Right around the corner
Now I know it's either them or me
So I'll bury every clue
And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you
And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you
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while i may have been tangled in the strings, they also held me up. maybe i cut them in a frenzy that i don't remember slipping into. maybe they broke from overuse, from age. maybe a kindred spirit quietly unknotted them while i was busy doing something else.
but they're falling away from me
and it's scary, to be so unengaged
but exhilirating, to remember what freedom is really like
thank you for finally leaving me
so utterly and terribly
alone
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