I wish I could find the strength to pick myself up from this chair where I'm sitting. I would walk to where I could find a reason to smile. And it isn't that I don't have faith, I believe in your reasons, believe me I do. I just imagine falling and falling, into so many pieces so I could disappear again. I feel so purposeless. I don't smile lately, and neither do you. how much do you remember about my eyelids and the backs of my knees? i washed them clean clear of your kisses and bad dreams. I don't know where to look from here. | |
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