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By Loneliness is condescending •

This is tomorrow Full of empty diaries Doing all to keep them blank Your searching for answers I see the questions on your face I can’t stay here You can’t make me What’s left has already worn away This one last side Useless as they are these broken thoughts Keep me up at night

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April 28, 2006 14:56lost the lonely dead

thats sad but as a poem i like it