My mind and heart are getting tuned,
I've chosen peace.
I'll have to breath without you and won't fail.
Just being tired of "aboves" and "underneath's"
The little bird is flying out of the jail.
I wish you'd never know what it takes
To put together pieces of the heart,
And meanwhile not to show how it makes
One feel that crazy...like the last retard...
There's no other right words that I've missed,
For those ones of yours it is too late.
For all my desperate prays I feel release.
I've chosen peace.
I don't want to hate.
04-June-10
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