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By lost the lonely dead •

falling at last onto my bed sleep's nothing but a dream tonight what does it mean i wonder? does it even really matter? how often the answers are so obvious and yet im still so blind open a blind and then a window take a breath and give a sigh think a thought and then a prayer pick a star and make a wish i hope you're reading this if only you knew how much i miss precious minutes are simple moments i wish i could grab one and pin it down but the air of time keeps slipping through these cold finger the sand sifts and before i know it im asleep again

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March 22, 2006 22:06Loneliness is condescending

this is ammusing what is amusing i dont know but i hug my balloon and i see a little light how i pray thiss balloon does not pop i might write about it now

March 23, 2006 05:11lost the lonely dead

yeah i think if i wanted to make this good id have to do a little work on it but im glad that balloons' still alive thats a good thing keep hugging it not too tight though and if you do see a little light that might be a good thing, i think