{ Tuesday, April 3, 2012 }
And I drink it all in,
And I think of the bruises that are all faded and yellowed now.
The darkness,
And the childlike train of thought.
And I wonder if the bruises were worth it,
And I wish they didn't stick with me longer than you did,
And I wish that I could get away from here,
But I can't.


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