Wednesday, June 14, 2006
arguments to me
shut up.
i told you so.
i told you so.
we told you so.
i hear someone's out to get me. can't say i blame them. can't say i fear them. p2 wants to tell them i'm sorry. he never meant for it to happen. 36 wants to dare them to try. almost hoping they'll do their worst. me? i'm stuck watching it all unfold. hoping someone special realizes she is, and deserves as much of the world as the rest of us.
there are still many things left unsaid. but i've already written the end to the story. and when that happens, it's never wrong. and it's always the only thing i can ever keep for myself.
where did you go?
sometimes it gets the best of me.
wish there was something i could do.
you already did.
your writing seems to be getting more about these others and less about you. why so torn apart, i once knew a happier P2, when P2 was still PII.
but most times than not, the "others" are me. and when they aren't, they're just those that have invoked something of me.
thank you the concern. although most of the "sting" finds it way here, the bliss still exists. but who has time to write about that when you're off enjoying every ounce of it?
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i told you so.
i told you so.
we told you so.
i hear someone's out to get me. can't say i blame them. can't say i fear them. p2 wants to tell them i'm sorry. he never meant for it to happen. 36 wants to dare them to try. almost hoping they'll do their worst. me? i'm stuck watching it all unfold. hoping someone special realizes she is, and deserves as much of the world as the rest of us.
there are still many things left unsaid. but i've already written the end to the story. and when that happens, it's never wrong. and it's always the only thing i can ever keep for myself.
where did you go?
sometimes it gets the best of me.
wish there was something i could do.
you already did.
your writing seems to be getting more about these others and less about you. why so torn apart, i once knew a happier P2, when P2 was still PII.
but most times than not, the "others" are me. and when they aren't, they're just those that have invoked something of me.
thank you the concern. although most of the "sting" finds it way here, the bliss still exists. but who has time to write about that when you're off enjoying every ounce of it?
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