I go there, and I live here.
I lived there, and went here.
A year has gone by.
I wanted to die.
I didn't dare try.
Now I'm content, I suppose.
Accepting things again.
Not that this is what I would've chose.
I even said goodbye to Ben.
Waiting on twenty ten.
By Christian Acamo
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