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In an hour of weakness, you'd still believe; to try
Do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story.
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Sean, 310892ngjunkit@hotmail.com Several years and we were right, The things we did and tried, Experiencing different waves and tides, Even if it meant we’ve cried, It’s inevitable for us, To begin to rust, Breaking the thread wasn’t bad, One of us will bring the thread, One will set us back, Soon, We’ll run on the same track; Should we always miss the chance to see? Beneath the mirror lies a scene Bringing us into a whirl Is that what we deserve? We all know we each own an Otherworld — Just a guy behind the smiles Archives
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Friday, November 26, 2010
- So Much - There's just a lot to say. I realize that in this lifetime, I won't be able to finish what I want to say. To those who I care for, and to those who I love. But I realize the more I say, the more issues will surface. And the more doubts will possibly appear. I gave up on what I held so strongly on too. Because I know I can't let go. So I won't say anything anymore. At least the things that I think that will bring up more issues. Because in this life, there are certainly too many things to say. In this life, I'd think that to keep your loved ones by your side, to keep them safe, is to keep them from knowing anything more. Because you might end up hurting them So it's best that some things remain unspoken. At least for now. I'm trying to suppress my thoughts so badly. And forever let those thoughts pass away, deep down into the unconscious. And allow it to be lost. Forever. I have to try. Hear me: This hole is deeper by the hour. My hands are bleeding, I spin around and you're nowhere. I tried making plans but you dont appreciate. I'll throw away my ugly plans because they're too tired to push me anywhere, but down. If I am found below ground, I'm searching, desperate. |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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