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i see angels above me, i see demons below me, fighting over heaven.
i loved her more when i was sober.
i don't want a second chance.
love starts with that of a flickerin' cigarette
i swear i could feel your love before i knew your name.

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soul mates

I heard from a blue bird that her sorrow
for what we lost has long ago sailed away;
so then I should give up all together.
If that's the case, I ask this stranger,
why bother living at all? For it's the
hope of the improbable and impossible
that makes us utterly and completely
human, don't you agree; person who
I was once proud to call a brother?
The ache of want is just one more hour
of another day where I've been more
than accustomed to sit through, patiently.
Each day is more than a slight struggle;
but still here I am wearing a feign smile
telling all the ladies I meet and see
that they are the one, the special gal
whom may be the ingredient that up to
today has been missing, why break their
heart so early on in the game? Why bother
informing them they're just filler?
I have trouble breaking hearts but still
it's like breathing, it's second nature;
yet I curse the brown hair girl in identity
crisis for doing the same to me on my birthday.
Two years ago, oh my is it only two years?
Feels like forever ago now, as I've aged into
a sage of failed relationships and other
such familiarities; I wonder if she ever
even stops to ponder the damage level
she delivered to me, the fact she stole
from me my last chance to believe in a lovely
romance? Now when I see lovers kiss I only
see a farce, a tragedy about to be comedy.
I guess I'll give her kudos for enlightening me
to the ways of the world; fore to suffer
along side the whimsical of hope is truly
a gift I couldn't have been more lucky
to receiver on my own, for that I honestly
want to just say to her now, "thank you."

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