hanging threads

I still don't know why I do this. And most of all, to you, a person so believing, especially in things like this, who probably melts a little at all the scenes I scoffed at in Amélie, which, I admit, lives up to all its hype, probably helped along by leaning against you.

I wish I could figure things out, I wish I did it before ever going into tonight, and now, at 3:23am, it is no longer any form of salvageable, and again I hang on the threads of uncertainties. And I just wish

I just wish I stuck with the old ones instead.

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