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Sep. 4th, 2009 | 05:30 pm

Past experiences and censored faces
Blur against my worn shoelaces
A cry, a suppressed smile
Shaken and awake, yet all the while

A new chapter begins but that doesn't mean the last one was forgotten.
I've got my best shoes and most winning smile but that doesn't mean i always wear them.
You want it all, gotta, gotta have it all but trying is just too difficult
And just like a bejeweled pair of worn out acid washed jeans,
or a half smoked cigarette in an ivory case,
you can't disguise a beat up soul, something plastic can't replace.

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