(untitled)
By lost the lonely dead •
forgetting all writtings burning all thoughts
cant say a thing to bring back the dead
why'd they do it what made them snap?
afraid and glad that maybe ill never know
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May 12, 2006 03:24Faith
It reminds me of a lot of things... too many to count actually. I hate fighting and when friendships go bad, i hate making enemies or trying to get through to people who just won't get it. I guess i can count a few afterall...
May 12, 2006 04:25lost the lonely dead
yeah i dont know where i was going with this and it never got a title but i didnt want to throw it away either *shrugs* thanks for comments
October 7, 2006 22:23Loneliness is condescending
add two more lines to this i think
October 8, 2006 04:36lost the lonely dead
*thumbs up* ok