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there beauty in the breakdown.

and it was, after all, me waking up to your voice. something that i had gotten used to. something that i miss now.
so, if you were ever told that there was beauty in a goodbye. that there was some romantic element to parting in two different way....you were lied to.

the only beautiful thing is that we never said goodbye, its was a mere see ya later.
i wake up to black skies. to the smell of nothing. i wake up alone from every sleep. and youve already been awake for hours on end.
its terrible, being in two different places. but maybe if i put a million pound weights on my feet and jump, ill fall right through the earth, and right into you.
yea, that would be nice.

11:15 a.m. - 2005-02-20

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