Monday, December 5, 2011

Hang In

"Air is all you need
pull your last smoke through me,
come on, inhale,
pull it hard and leave,
Well here I am again,
we all break in our own way
but I don't remember such a bone cold chill on such a spring day,


you know I could never hang in as hard as I could hang on,
and here I am again."

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