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:: Friday, October 17, 2003 ::
It hurts a lot more than one would think.
Especially when I've fucked up before,
When I took our freedom for granted
And saw someone else.
But that was then and this is now,
But why did I think things changed?
We're not together.
Not technically.
No bounds keeping us by each other's sides,
No
Committments adhering me to her.
But I thought...I mean, that night...that poem...I just thought...
I guess I thought wrong.
Contradictory evidence leads this gumshoe in all the wrong directions,
Reading into the signs proves futile once again.
Or am I just overreacting in my same,
Romantic fashion?
She dips and I weave,
I dodge and she swerves,
Both of us evading each other in this tired game.
Assumptions prove wrong as I offer a truce,
And she bobs right past me.
How far she'll run
I do not know,
But with my heart cradled next to hers,
I hope it's not far.
:: Rick Kitagawa 1:26 PM [+] ::
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