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puredream
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which is why I love you
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Borealis
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why does it feel like you're trying to run..
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puredream
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because you still can't believe that I'm here... maybe you want me to run?
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Borealis
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why would I want you to run?
that would make you like everyone else.
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silentbob
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she couldn't take that from me
it was mine
adaptation
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040803
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uow
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you are who you are
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040804
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daxle
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who you love hurts you
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040804
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czmember
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but i love no one
(except my family)
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chrysalid
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I thought I loved him unrequited
and maybe I did
but I don't
and now I don't love anyone
except myself, a skill learned recently
which is good, I guess
but now I have to learn how to love others
and I don't know how
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chrysalid
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I thought I loved him unrequited
and maybe I did
but I don't
and now I don't love anyone
except myself, a skill learned recently
which is good, I guess
but now I have to learn how to love others
and I don't know how
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damn
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I hate double posting
Igh.
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Transmogrifick
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and if you can't be with the one you love, honey?
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i love somebody i've never met, never seen, and am not even sure exists. i've tried to stop but i can't. it's... quite the trial. and yes, it is love.
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ooohhhhhh......
lets go to a secret place.... i'm behind you.
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Syrope
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we went to a revolving restaurant on the 46th floor. i stared out at the seemingly-endless city lights and tried to block out the nagging voice...
"no, i bet it takes an hour...they want it to go all the way around while you eat." to which i'd already replied that it was probably 2. i counted the seconds it took to go what felt like 1 degree and guessed. it was actually 2:10. "no, no, definitely - it feels like it will be an hour... but you can't feel it revolving. i want it to go faster"...like eating dinner with a toddler.
dear god. i was so glad that we got separated on the tour - he talked the hell out of some poor old asian man's ear. i hadn't wanted to go out to dinner with him again, but there was no one else. it was too late to go safely alone. i just wanted to relax and stare out into the neon speckles.
the piano player started playing cramer's "last date" and i was suddenly so very lonely. sitting at dinner with someone who can't shut up, can't do anything alone, can't take hints...in the middle of a city of 22 million, and i feel alone. that song is my mom's favorite. i used to remember being so intrigued by how calm she got when it came on. she'd rock gently in that recliner she never left, hum, let her eyes close and her face relax. she still looked pissed. i have that problem too. but it was one of the few minutes of the day that she WASN'T pissed. the song evokes strange emotion in me...
of course the night didn't continue in that vein. a jazz version of "billie jean" piped over the speakers as we were leaving. i guess the piano player gave up for the night.
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