sometimes I would feel another soul and so I sleep
I make my place a comfort
but no man
no man can breathe submersed
no man
no man can steal his heart
no man can
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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When I'm old, I want to be entertained by my memories, not haunted by the vacccuum of routine. My fear is that I'll wake up one day and wonder why I even bothered.
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