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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Saturday, July 25, 2009 |
| Drunkland Tales: Volume III |
I can't be everything I want to be. My mother lied.
I'm seeing old faces and facing the new possibilities that come along. Hoping it helps pass the time and makes me stronger. but all I can think about is how i lack the potential to be beyond this version of me.About how i'd die for a talent. about how i want to write the way he writes his gentle heartbreak and how i want to draw the way she draws all life in simplicity and how i want to dance the way he dances with each muscle as its own man. and how i want to sing the way he sang to make me fall on my knees a thousand times over.
ive wasted so much time on the things about me that are broken that i didnt stop to find the things that actually work. so my working parts get thrown in the trash heap with the rest if the shattered bits.Labels: drunktalk |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 4:58 AM  |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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