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November 5, 2008
Maybe knowing isn’t the point
This question is buried deep within our throats
Unanswered.
We breathe this air so deeply and fill our lungs with solitude
Was it all lost inside or somewhere in between?
Never knowing, never comprehending, or digesting
This situation we have been faced with is not a happy ending
The ends are undone, untied
I’m walking out before this gets out of hand
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