Thursday, April 16, 2009
down towards the healing.
I want my life to be red with trees and like Autumn,
I'd float away from evil and,
Down towards the healing.
so sad now we have become the children trapped in the mazes,
I'd give my soul to the one who has the courage,
to find me and free me now.
if I run out, Just be cool like all the vacant lights,
so let the thunders take me under and break my legs tonight.
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8:25 AM
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