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December of 2009.
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Medium Old. When you get nothing, you give nothing,
and you stop asking questions about how you really feel.
You knew it was going to be this way, and, well-
you continued to doubt the truth.
Things aren't always what they seem, and everyone tells you that a hundred times.
But when we're alone, you can tell me babe.
When that cluttered feeling deep down latches onto all hope-
to all you've ever known to have feelings for.
Just have to let it go, let it go on.
Let it deteriorate into nothing.
