Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I hate this part.

Another sleepless night.
I hate this part.
The part where i have to pick up my pieces off the ground
When all the music on the radio are melancholy songs
It's never a good day, or a heartbeat away
I beg to ask people this; is the past something you miss?
The next chapter doesn't seem to get any better
My life's a joke
Everything i hold dear will be in the rain when its gone
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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