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The Air Near My Fingers- The White Stripes |
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See me as you see me Know me as you know me But I am always more than this I am always above the tide I am never raising the white flag Call me as you call me Believe me as you believe me But I am always crouching low I am always pulling The knives from my back I am never raising the white flag. Destroy me as you would try to Disect me as you would try to But I am always singing I'm always rewriting my tune Growing and changing into something more I am never raising my white flag.
~:~Malissa~:~
For but not to Sue.
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[27 Jan 2004|05:02pm] |
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Chip away at the stone ~aerosmith |
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A little pointless Poem I wrote.
If not me
You tell me I repeat myself too much. And I tell you it's because you aren't listening. That cigarette dangling from your lips will only last you so long. And then what will satiate your need? It's not always what it's cracked up to be. This thing we call living. These things we call dreams. Lines get too faded. Borders blend with borders. And I still stare at you, wondering what you were meant to be. Do you regret it all now? Would you take it back if you could? Did you realize your time was passing by you so quickly? How many times did you chastise me for being who I wanted to be? For doing what I wanted to do? And now you envy me. And now you wish you could be. That you could have been. I will never pretend to know anything about the things I reap. The things I sow. There are a million worlds between what I want and what I have. But I am not unhappy. I am not regret. I learn from you, like I learn from so many others. From the things they have been through. From the things they didn't get to. And I don't understand how you can just be your love for him. I don't understand how you can just be a relationship. A part of something knowing you are nothing on your own. I know you want me to be this thing. This definition you see fit. But that isn't how I work. That isn't how I breath. I am no one if not me.
~:~Malissa~:~
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"Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours."
- Ludwig van Beethoven
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