i've seen my pride in the eyes of other's dreams. i've felt the wind change subtly, and i've known the way that night excuses itself for the morning to take it's seat. you may never know me, i'll likely never share my truth. i'm only looking for the door, and how far away it is from you; can i make it, this escape, can i make it the other way without you stopping me? i've tried, being both the root and problem, the only one who understood this sadness.
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i have a feeling this is a clip of an event. i will read your previous posts to get a better feel for this. i am guessing it's about an important event or person.or maybe an emotional response to something.which ever you never fail to bring it to the table.i've always been drawn to your rawness and how you can strip images down .love you always.
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very nice read
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