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Monday, February 20, 2012

Pretty little things.

I look and I try to see. The pretty little thing that I once used to be. But it's gone, so far down in the ground. Did you hear that crashing heart sound? Maybe you missed it with all that loud music around you. My heart was always too small to make splinters, more than a few. I did however expect you to try. But I guess I was just a memory that had to pass you by. I still linger, at the edge of where you thought I flew off, beyond that window. I still walk near you, one step behind but with you always, in your shadow.