Saturday, July 31, 2010


"Don’t knock on my door
And you won’t know I've shut you out,
Don’t call me
And you won’t know I'm ignoring you.
Let me deal with this
In my own way
Like I always do.


Maybe these things
I keep bottled inside
Will somehow dissipate on their own,
Like carbonation
Fading over time.
It hasn’t happened yet
After all these years.
Maybe this time will be different."'s this working for you so far?

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