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Sunday, 29 June 2008 |
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When the only thing that feels good anymore is punching the gas, to get away pretending I don't have to brake or turn around, it's hard to believe I'll ever be more than stone inside. What you've taken, wasn't ever yours to have. What was done to you, doesn't excuse your betrayals. Pardon me if I have trouble being patient for things to play out and run their course. There are only two reasons for me to stay when everything in me screams FUCK IT ALL, JUST GO. You are neither one of them. ~ maebh718
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Poetry 
