Wednesday, January 14, 2009
i . cant . breathe.
I am not alone,
I live with the memories and regret is my home.
This is my true freedom,
Express all the feelings of what I've become.
I watch the rising sun,
I hope I find some peace today.
It seems I've gone away,
It seems I've lost myself.
It seems I've really lost my way,
It seems I've lost myself.
It seems I've Shed my skin
Are you ready for me,
Or purge my love.
Are you ready for me?
A bitter sinking feeling.
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9:27 AM
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