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romancandle
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theres not much to say other than the east is too far away , and i think that i live there despite my scenery each day. i wish i was there . im not cant you see? shes sitting there , in her ways , on her couch, in that chair. what the fuck am i doing ? why the hell aint i there ? when will never arrive at the foot of somone seeking so despratly for home. ill find my own way or perhaps it finds me . ill know just how someday , the way not to fall over my laces that seem to hang out of my mouth as i walk over the things i say . shes far from a dream . shes real and always has been. ill never forget the ways somthing like a dream can be forgotten so easily. all you need is interupted. all you need is to be broken of sleep. all you need is a taste of the world youll never miss if in front of your blind eye it remains.
