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;D it's well after 3 in the morning. i can't sleep. whatever. screw sleep, it's for wimps.
Sitting here alone in the dark,
has started to stir up thoughts of things.
Bits and pieces of memories,
the good and the bad,
forever remaining in our heads.
No, we can't block them out.
No, we can't erase them.
We'll just have to deal.
Just have to deal with them.
Knowing that you're lost,
never going to be the same,
brings the fear up from inside.
It won't go away.
There's nothing we can do,
but sit in our own misery,
letting it eat us up inside.
Until one day that it makes us snap,
causing us to lose control.
 SuperSingingSox · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 08:21am · 0 Comments |
