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Anywhere you hang yourself is home.

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You always miss that one person you can't have...



There are universes beneath your skin

 

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“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”


- T.S. Eliot

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Those were yesterday's words...
This Christmas
I'm not givin anything away.
No one's special
never was

its been a long time
since I last looked someone in the eye and said:
'I love you'.
not that I haven't had the chance,
I just dont wanna lie...

can't think about anybody anymore