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

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Thoughts of you make my stomach itch
I don't want to be a big bad but I don't want to give in
I hate having to feel icky for being true to myself
I want to cry for everything I've put you through
Everything I've put you through in vain
I miss you
But I don't want to go back
I can only move forward
In a new direction
You will not be forgotten
You will not be lost
You will just be past

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