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Then
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Tuesday, Sept. 17, 2002/9:42 pm running Running from my own voice, That shivers down my spine. Tripping on blood tinted glass, That i'll never leave behind. - Moving the boundaries, Furthur and furthur away. Dragging myself into darkness, Holding the healing blade. - Pulling shutters down on happiness, The star lit sky passes me by. Shadows line my innocence, I've lost all will to try. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |