admission
Q It is long past time for an admission. That should be easy to do for a person committed to uncovering the facts to find the truth.

In fact, you know it is true. Even from what mostly has been a painful distance, and having seen but a part of the facts, I know it is true.

Just admit it!

If for no other reason than that then you will be free to say you do really know. Recognizing the obvious will make you freer.
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camille a ticket
a reason
a release
a relaxation
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grendel if i was sure it was something you'd be happy to hear

i would tell you in a heartbeat

but i'm not sure
so i whisper it to a cold blue electric sea

anything for a moment's abatement to the fire that radiates from the center of me to the tips of my fingers and into my dreams
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belly fire I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back

...Doesn't Remind Me
Audioslave
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deb How can I do it?
Tell those beautiful
children
their daddy isn't going to
live here anymore?

How do I say the words,
how do I not shed a tear,
how do I make sure they know
that it isn't because of them...?

I want to hide them from this-
to pull them close and keep them
safe.

But then a voice from within me whispers,
"Is it better to lie through gritted teeth,
pretending everything is fine...?
Or tell the truth and let them see
how strong you are, even now...?"

Better to be strong and alone
than a doormat.
*deep breaths*

... like a bandaid...
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