� A side view � 2002-04-09 � 9:00 p.m. �

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The past is a hard thing to break when only half of the whole is willing to let go.

I just don't know anymore... we have the same conversation over and over... we figure each time it will mean more somehow... but it never does. So i am stuck again... with you on my soul.

I barely slept last night... you kept dancing through my mind... you and your trouble...

I have no more answers for you... no more words... no more truths. i shouldn't have to explain life to a grown man. I shouldn't have to tell you that with every breath of bad you're killing yourself.

You lack a peripheral vision the most of us have.

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