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B is for Point

at what point do you stop beating a dead horse, HOPING it raises from the grateful dead?
at what point?

when i wrote kill it till it dead i knew EXACTLY what i meant. (and yes, -iChuckle- God knows it should be produced properly by real artistes but hey, i get a song in my head... i'll record it!) well one would hope. the thing is, we live FOR the past. FOR...IT! like me, holding on to a thin string, trying to resolve:
A - why i can't free myself of her (or rather, why i WON'T free myself because i don't believe in can't)
B - why i expect... something to happen. surely if the universe had deemed that we be together we would have.

what's left is a series of "what if i had", "and clearly she" and other such arse...ery when honestly i should just perish the thought with my dead jeans and move the heck on.
so again: at what point do you stop beating a dead horse, HOPING it raises from the grateful dead?
at what point?

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