Jun 12, 05
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start to stop.
when will it start to stop?
I anticipate the day that my memory fails me,but until that day I will be numb of feeling anything that resembles trust,hope...comfort. I just want to let go,but you wont let me:even though miles stand between us,ill will and tear drops line the spaces inbetween.Not realizing that youve beat the soul out of me,with every inuendo. When will it start to stop? When will this cold burn cease to be?This stagnant love affair of convenience and complication,pride and shame.Dancing on egg shells in a world of pins and needles,perspiration melts whatever shred of reality Im clinging onto...and then it stops. There I hang suspended like a marrionette...only for a moment.Nothing changes what is,was, and will be.Broken promises of retribution.Humor my heart and grant me revenge...or just tell me what IM aching to hear!(im sorry)Thats when it will truely start to stop,this carousel will slowly wind to a halt and all will be fair in lust with whores. 
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