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We both know I sing the sirens song, I lure you into me and break every piece of you. I tear my stomach up trying to cough out explanations, then sing my song again. Please crash into me and fill these empty places… you know I need you more then ever.
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
- Augusten Burroughs
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