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Monday, June 13, 2005


   THESE days JUST dont AMOUNT to THE old ONES
in this house where nothing is ever out of place
where flowers are always in a vase
and books are always in a case
i feel like i dont belong

and the clocks
they decieve
the slender hands never move
forever trapped in this state of mind
and akward time for me

and i could see why she'd want to leave
hell i want to go now
this perfection brings me down

how akward do i feel
were in the past
that wasn't real
i remember waving goodbye to her
i always seemed to cry for her

so many haunting memories
blood and tears and a nose full of beads
whatever would i do
if it had not been for you
and even now i miss you
forever wanting Kathy True.

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we were helping my grandma move out today. the poem was about her house. when my parents were getting divorced when i was little, my grandma had custody of me, and it was only for like three months, but that is the part of my todlerhood that i remember the most. and my mom used to visit us there, and i remember playing with her. and i just cant help but want to relive the past. if we only would have known that it wouldnt last.

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