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I'll Put A Spell On You.

Saturday

Sometimes some things cannot be fixed.



We all go through life like bulls in a china shop.
A chip here, a crack there.
Doing damage to ourselves, to other people.
The problem is trying to control the damage we've done,
or that's been done to us.

Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise.
Sometimes we think we can fix the damage.
Posted by The Girl Who Came Along at 14.3.09
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      • Far away.
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      • For once,
      • If it's such a bother,
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      • What's worse,
      • Driveway.
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      • At this moment, now.
      • Good morning, sunshine.
      • I think last night
      • .
      • Starting with your right hand.
      • Stop
      • I've got, a message.
      • To tell you.
      • It's not like I can
      • Sometimes some things cannot be fixed.
      • What I am to you,
      • Spinning.
      • She's not happy.
      • Idiot. (I am)
      • What I really need.
      • Who doesn't?
      • Not supposed to
      • I do not need this.
      • Possessed to obsess.
      • You're my person.
      • I knew I knew it then.
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