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And it sits against the wall
waiting in anticipation
This is not the day for this
I know
and it won't ever be. 

Do you believe in your bed?
or would it leave you too sad? 
Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and
pain, and shame, and everything I guess..
All aside
Do you believe you're down? 
That you're too old? 

So,Give everything away that matters
and everything that makes you sad.
Wake up. 
Posted: 2014-02-08 20:24:07 UTC

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