God, the things you made me do.
Things I didn't even know I wanted, but you read me and gave me it all.
Things we didn't tell a soul.
Our secrets.
Stuck in a dream. Release me, because I don't ever want to come back to reality.
I'm talking to you. Yes, I'm talking about you.
Someday you will read this.
By then, it will either be too late, or everything fell into place as it should.
Monday, January 02, 2012
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