Thursday, February 01, 2007
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because we're both afraid, we bind the words; we give and take..
for lost sorrows in our souls.. feel the melancholy breeze..
when will we be set free?
open
close
pick a number.. childhood games are such a fumbler..
who are we and are we fated..
paper-fold our destiny twisted..
a melancholy breeze..
a misty trail, a frosted glass..
lets make a toast to our past..
a misery, a silent prayer..
taste the last tear of despair..
the prison in me..
spoken on
6:02 PM