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I woke up this morning, a mess and barely clothed My hair was still long and knotted. I had no will to move, just stayed there sinking into the bed. I felt you next to me. I just wanted to roll over and be close to you. But I was. But I let those 4 inches between us feel like 4 thousands mile of distance. I know I wasn't sober even though I shouldve of been. The cat linger over us. I felt his paws push against my leg. Was he trying to get me to move? His eyes glared at me and all I could do is whisper 'sorry' and push him aside. Is it obvious? Obvious that I'm in pain. I think so. But then again, onl


prove me WrongIt must be nice to have faith, I said. It is, you said. Its not, I said, because that thing we call faith can become crippling with too many doses, if you swallow too many sermons."prove me Wrong
Warning: may cause insomnia, loss of appetite, blindness, and dangerously high self-esteem.
Digest only what you need to keep yourself informed, enough to quip a witty response at those Bible-thumping door-knocking nut jobs : [not you of course, dear friend (I talk about you behind your back)]
If there is a God, Hes laughing at us, from his pearly pe
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Change your mind, I'll get lost if you want me to
Somehow I've found a way to get lost in you-Lost In You by Three Days Grace
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