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The sun is bright,
And up to it's normal height,
But everyday always sinking,
And constantly always slinking,
Behind.... the beautiful clouds,
Who try to lift it up,
Like a kid, with a giant pup,
But alas, they all fall,
And how they were so tall,
In the sky,
And now we all cry...
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Mon Aug 16, 2010 @ 07:02am · 0 Comments |
