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Astray

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 28, 2011 by unsensible

I miss my life.
I miss the life in my life.

The pain is in knowing that
everyone you knew
and whatever they said about you
that was so wrong
was also a little bit right.

Even the people that hate you.
Especially the people you hate.
Or.
You’d have no reason to hate them more.