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[title] => Jesus Baby
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[bodytext] => Why do you do this to yourself? You know what lies down that road, you know what you'll see if you go there and still you wander, looking serepticiously; is it to beat yourself up, or force yourself to hate? Cause both organs know you can't. . . Honestly I ask you, whats your problem I want to know, so to prescribe a cure Maybe in truth, I wanted to be just like you With your fearless walking like this attitude on the crookedest of streets or at least thats how they seemed Its how I remember, and unlike you, I remember every little thing I guess I didn't have enough drink in my coffee You could make anyone do anything I terribly miss who you used to be to me- maybe that's it Dammit here I go again, changing the story to fit the next season You left this place behind, this place of lost love you came back to wide open spaces and ignorance, the abundance we have where we're from I wanted the confidence you gave me to type out an entire rambling thesis Because higher power knows, I have got some words to spill And here I deter, once more Perhaps to the West I go, cause if I defy gravity in those skies I would be or to the East, nearby dreams and practical witchcraft instead Either way, I want to live in a city by the sea My sign says I love water, and I do not, but this country is tiny Its so miniscule and with more space, perhaps comes more air and I am certain all this is because there's not near enough oxygen My brain is deflating at this point, and what more is there It never makes more sense than the time before and though I have tried to give it reason, Soren tried to tell me but damn him and his leaps of faith, that leaves me splashing in the rain like when she met you, bumming smokes and I feel the need I cling to almost anything Nobody can understand what am I explaining, because I guess it isn't true As many times as I have said "I don't know" in soft, bewildered tones As often as I have begin to clarify, only to end by saying I have no idea Maybe its time to realize, you were no different And that mister hurts the absolute worst, at least . . . I think. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 64 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Marrs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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