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a star for you, a star for me.

home, is exactly where you make it. end of story.

i could sing about it for hours. and all these words compiled into one beautiful melody. a song that i thought i wrote for you. but i never learned how to play. and the beat got lost somewhere in between, well the music just got lost. period. and for that little while, it was nice to hear the silence. it was nice to soak in all the stale air that i had been dying to breathe. but not living to smell. so, it was okay when i cut them up, all those words that is, into tiny bits and pieces. so when it started to blow, i just opened my little hand. and we blew with the wind, and finally let the world take us exactly where we were meant to be. without blood, without screams and tears, and battles. and no matter how hard we hit the ground, the fall was exactly what we needed.
too bad you are still living to smell, instead of dying to breathe.

10:03 p.m. - 2005-12-06

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