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Pain

Breathing isn't helping now

The pain is just too deep

I know it's unjust, unfounded, misplaced

But above all I know it's true

Breath, breath, breath, too many things to do.

Try to stop reading them

Yeah, as if that's something you could do.

Some day, some one will come along

little solice to my heart so barren for so long

I can no longer follow, or be happy for her search

For in the shadow all I see's the desert of my heart

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Skylar Smythe said…
Your time will come for these things...
October 3, 2008 at 12:52 PM
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