At the Wishing Well

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By <font color="#FFFFFF">The Space Between</font> •

One moment, one lie, one wish You throw the penny in Will it to come true Then cry when it never begins Hold your hopes so high Don't think about what's real Just pretend for now It's better than trying to deal "I wish I may, I wish I might..." You've said it a hundred times But this time will be different Such pretty lies

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April 29, 2006 06:15Sandwich Massacre

a sad way to live one's life... just wishing it a way in the end.
i like the solemn and desolate feel to this. it's like the only thing that exists in this world is this wishful person and this well and nothing else.