Here we are again... Wait... For real this time....
Here I am again... trying to maintain my equilibrium.
My inner ear is fine.
It's my heart that beats to its own drummer: no program to follow and no melody line. Perhaps the restless beat of tom-toms in a distance and then perhaps the tympanni section of the Philharmonic. Sometimes it is the expectant drum roll of a snare, and other times the calm brushes and muted symbols of a jazz band in the corner.
All bets are off. I am on the brink. I can go either into that place of supreme bliss or over the edge to the abyss (there's that darn word again).
The S.W.A.T. teams have the target in their cross hairs. Just let him try to break my heart again..
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Don;t give him the power to break your heart. Don't give anyone control over your happiness. We are all responsible for our own happiness.
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