Pace

Won't Let it Get to MeYou can see through but thanks for letting me act all fake You're going to wait until I can really fall awake I hope we'll never talk about it but hey, for my sake At least let me pretend like I won't let it get to me I won't let it get to me It's not like you sprung him on me but it still seems untrue Until I had met him I could pretend that I never knew And then there's that look that said, "please don't let it get to you" I'm letting it get to me but I won't let it get to me I won't let it get to me I pretended to be tired so that I wouldn't crack But damn if you know me welWon't Let it Get to Me
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i tend to write a lot when i'm depressed. i haven't written much this year, at least not in poetry form. i'll post one thing i wrote at duke, but for the most part...i hope you won't hear much from me anymore...if you do, we'll hope for a change in writing style
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I AM NOT HERE. I HAVE DIED ON THE CROSS FOR YOUR SINS.
Actually, I just moved.
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