It's too late to take the poison out,
Stop crying over dirty pans,
Stop crying over coffee beans,
Stop crying at the sound of your little girl's voice,
It's too late to take the poison out,
Your bones hurt,
Your body's tired,
You're in for this ride,
It's too late,
Just let go,
And float.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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Keep reminding yourself (and me) about this.
Of course float, float... you'll get out to a beautiful island and we'll joyn you later
You can't see the end for all the dreaded mist made up from all of the pain....the hurt.....twisted emotions......this poison.....your best friend? Yes...for now.
Float above the mist, it's the vapours from your lead filled knees evaporating......The finish line awaits you.
Rise above it....but don't you stop anything!
Jae
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