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There's a Lot of Ways to Tell One STory
there's a lot of ways to tell one story
 just as there is a lot of ways to say
 he's dead
 for awhile I only said
 he won't call me on the phone anymore
 and when I decided to let it hurt more, I said to myself
 he's abandoned me
 Or I thought, he doesn't ever get to her my new CD 
 or know how my life is playing out
 although the day I lost my virginity to a new boy, or when I realized I was happy again, I though maybe that isn't such a bad thing
 When they spread his ashes at sea
 I said to myself, 
 the sea has him and I do not
 and truly the most terrifying was when I said,
 he doesn't feel anymore
 because he told me one day
 while I stared at my socks
 "feeling is everything"
 "I would rather feel bored every day of my life"
 "than feel nothing at all"
 any way you say it
 he's still dead
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