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| bright and blue for christmas hours of time wasted sitting and watching for them your heart is locked in a jail you want to be in so stop pumping me for bail because if I rescue you - who's gonna come in after me when you are free? these are questions we don't ask because we know the answers and in these circumstances vagueness is both irritant and stimulanteach step away from the truth is a path to what we really want there is that crucial instant when reality is on the verge of being announced and my skin has become numb while my heart is frantic and there is freedom in heart break and clarity in devastation that we only notice when we are moving too fast and the wind soothes the burn of my ever-present-thinking-frantic heart. please see it with me. | ||