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Wednesday 22 July 2009 photo 2/3
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Wednesday 22 July 2009 photo 2/3
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And at the end of everything, in the crack of time, I'm lying on the wet grass, facing the cold october rain.
To drunk to remember my way home.
To lost in space to care.
To poisoned by the memory of youre voice to wipe the tears from my already soaked face.
I'm paralysed by the cruelty of the fact that it is nothing but a memory.
-All I can see is your face.
-All I can feel is the explotion in my chest as I can scens you presens. The feeling, only as described as unconditional love, can not be something anyone else have ever felt, cause the world is still functioning. The time is still running.
You threw me out of that world, a world were an hour werer 60 minits. Were the sun went up in the morgning, and down at night. Were breathing made you move. You kicked me out and left me in this place were no one has ever been.
There is no escape. Not even the cold rain is offering a way out.
The voices from the crowd approaching is not enough to make me get to my feet. Strong hands are lifting my lifeless body from the muddy piece of lawn. My hand is still wrapped around the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. I can ot see the owner of the strong arms who are carring me. But I know that the doesn't belong to you. They never will.
I can never expect it to be your voice in the other ens of the phone, to be your arms wrapped around me in the middle of the night or your eyes watching me as I sleep. I know that.
So why can't I let you slide away?
I'm ruined, used, trashed, burned, marked and to be forever owned by you.
Do you realise how much I adore you? Do you know why? Would you care if you did?
no one knows why I feel this way abot you, even I am in the dark. I hate that I do. The cruel reality is that I do. I wish I could make you go away. I wish I never meet you. But I did.
I did.
Visa toppen
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