December of 2009.

Medium Old.

When you get nothing, you give nothing,
and you stop asking questions about how you really feel.
You knew it was going to be this way, and, well-
you continued to doubt the truth.
Things aren't always what they seem, and everyone tells you that a hundred times.
But when we're alone, you can tell me babe.
When that cluttered feeling deep down latches onto all hope-
to all you've ever known to have feelings for.
Just have to let it go, let it go on.

Let it deteriorate into nothing.

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