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Want to just keep running and running

Until I have to drop

To the ground from exhaustion and stress,

Piled up from the mess

That’s been left by the heartache and them,

Those people I call friends.

How far we have fallen from what was.

We should have known because

Perfect is something that is not us.

So gone is the puzzle

Since our pieces do not seem to fit.

The end, this must be it.

Created: Jan 07, 2011


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