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[Friday
September 25th, 2009 at 11:48am] |
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| ian; 18-05-1980 |
[Sunday
May 18th, 2008 at 7:38pm] |
Got the spirit, lose the feeling.
I walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed
I've lost control again
Possessed by a fury
that burns from inside.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
But life as it touches perfection
Appears just like anything else.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don't walk away.
In his way he was the only one. IN HIS WAY HE WAS THE ONLY ONE. In his way he was the only one.
The shadow that stood by the side of the road,
Always reminds me of you.
The silence when doors open wide
Where people could pay to see inside
For entertainment they watch
his body twist
Behind his eyes he says I still exist.
Hangman looks around as he waits
Cord stretches tight then it breaks
Someday we will die in your dreams
How I wish we were here with you now.
♥♥♥
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January 1st, 2001 at 1:01am] |
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