02 March 2010

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You had the world in the palm of your hand.

Why would you throw that away?

Seeping between your fingers, dripping like water down to your elbows.

You had jealousy sprinkled on your skin, like the freckles sun kissed on your shoulders.

I breathe in and taste it on my tongue.

Rarity has become too ordinary for my heart to handle.

You know we're all taking this too serious.

Relax and let your shoulders fall.

You're free now, don't you see?

You're free.