Callous

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By Tikva

Tracing each dead end only to find another, Maybe this map is a bit outdated or maybe I'm just too old-fashioned, I could start over at the beginning, but I've been there so many times, Five years, and still fighting for something I may never find, Maybe this time, I might find a decent grave, It's the closest thing to peace I may ever arrive at.

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February 2, 2010 02:16Lovecrafter

souds like me sometimes. good job at descriptive words.