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Trying to let go

given how far,
I thrust you away from me.
your always, sitting there.
In the back of my mind.

Waiting until,
I start to doubt myself.

Your the cuts I just made,
On my wrist,
Trying to get you out.
What will it take.

for you finally leave,
me alone in my own head.
I don't need your voice.
the rythm from your guitar.

that was,
what feels like years ago.
but the cuts are still fresh,
when I let you go.

After giving all of me.
I pushed you away,
when seen the other side
of you.

you hid yourself so well,
who was I to know,
you never really
had a heart to give me.

It's be awhile.
But the cuts are still fresh.
the hole let my heart,
still gaping still.

Trying to get you out,
what will it take.

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  • dave ochs
    November 23, 2008

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    hey beth

    the thing about you is that no matter where life takes you, you sure can write. hope everythings good with you.
    dave