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  nights when you can't sleep right make you feel wrong. lately reality has become just that, reality. you really can't point the finger at whose abnormal anymore because all of us are a little insane. all of us have faults and no one is perfect. i miss your breathing against my neck and the way you said "it'll all be okay" when you knew it never could be. i've become so fixated on what isn't, rather than what is. logic vs. the walls youre up against. flesh vs. feeling. i like the "could bes" over the "cants". even if you don't want to hear it, you're gonna. right now i think we're all a little dead inside, some of us more than others. until i said i wasn't, i wasn't. but thinking on it now, i want to be.

pete