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Runaway this time without you.
On Thursday, Sept. 28, 2006 at 3:58 p.m.

I know I need to let go but I don't know what I'm holding on to. And I know I need something to break my fall.

I went to the beach last night and couldn't chose between watching the waves crash into the rocks and watching the stars dance across the sky. I was looking for something, but I didn't know what, and I don't know if I found it.

Do I want to let go of the last 17 years or do I want to search the rubble for something to cling on to? I have no fucking idea.



hold me close like we both died
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