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Armed with only a travel mug and a walkman I set out to find the car I'd left behind last night--not knowing exactly where it was. It was a cold day, I thought the walk would clear my head but soon remembered, that's exactly what I fear the most. Gave me one more reason to stay here. There are blocks I can't walk down anymore, there are ghosts on every corner---I know exactly who they are. There are things we can't talk about anymore, secrets in every greeting--I don't know exactly what to do. As sure as the sun causes crime, things will hear up, bake until it's burnt, one of us may have to leave--I don't know who I'd rather it be From Letras Mania