Things are not as they seem to the eye, people live and people cry. why? Breath, is the last thing i heard. she, she grows on me. me, i just cant see. i don't know what went wrong. maybe things i heard. maybe i talked to long. i, i'm the one. one, one word to kill the silence of a thousand years. i was just sitting there. in a comfortable chair, i never thought the hour would near, now i hear, i hear the song. the song, the song was not one to be dealt. it came to fast, i could have never won. it spoke of things of late. things i couldn't change. the song will never change tone, nor was it my own. i dont know where to go or what to do. she confuses me and i, her. she, she never says, things that shouldn't be said. she tells me its fine, but i can't shake the feeling i'm drowning in mysticated wine.
2006-07-26
16:07:34
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Jacob B
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