Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Catch me when I fall?

Not.

You said you'll watch out for me, be there. But everytime I trip, I find myself scraping my knee and picking myself up again. Not to mention without your help (at all would be an understatement). So what happens when I really fall from a great height, when it isn't a minor trip. What makes me think you'll even be there?

If not the one pushing me down.

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