"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, August 27, 2009


I was always there for you
Unquestionably, unwavering. 
No doubts, no fear. Just there. 
And I always came back; don't know why, just did. 
But you always made it worth it.
But one little slip and now it's broken again.
And I don't have the effort to fix it...again...again...again. Alone.
And since you aren't helping either, so be it.

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