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Sometimes I feel like this:

“There’s two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I’m the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout.”

– Two, The Antlers

Written by Pranaya

June 10, 2009 at 9:41 PM

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