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my space bar i s broken; but thats not the only thing of mine that is

 sometimes you're alone   but not on   your own volition

and that  hurts more than anything.

but it only takes  so many stabs to the heart before there is a 

sweet relief

in letting yourself bleed out alone.



when the alarm goes off i just wont know

 

and now im thinking bout how people fall  in love in mysterious  ways ,
maybe  just the  touch of a  hand 

cupids demanding back his arrows
so lets get drunk on  our tears.

heres to you

thanks for raising me in loving  arms.

happy 40th  daddy.

 



where do i fit into this

I am a speck of dust in the midst of the vast universe: full of stars, and planets, and mystery, and wonder. I know a lot of people who are the equivalent of stars; they know who they are and they know perfectly well their destined path in life. I am immensely jealous of these stars because I am currently ricocheting around the universe, bouncing from on orbit to the next in hopes of finding one that suits me, but I have yet to find one.