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Maybe For A Walk
7.26.2006
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I'm watching the rain from my window. I can't keep my eyes off it for it speaks of your name.
I'm lying on another bed and it's not the same. This unfamiliar ceiling returns a blank, cold stare. In my sleep, you're still sleeping beside me. And when I wake up, the folds and creases of this bedsheet is an exact match of your body.
I'm probably delusional. I miss you so badly.
But these words will be kept unread, and these emotions will remain untouched. I'm sitting on this empty station waiting for a train that will never come again.
And I'm sounding like a Dashboard Confessional song.
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