i'm missing
2009-04-18 4:44 p.m.

i don't, always, see all the ins and outs, and i don't always hate, me included.
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i wake up, and i see the sun crawling up my sleeping bag and i see her seeing me,
and i crawl into my sleeping bag, and my sweaty back makes me get up a few minutes later
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but now - something just doesn't fit.

somewhere in the back of my stomach

or the top of my lungs

or the bottom of my throat

i'm missing, i'm missing, i'm missing.
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