2003-09-04
numbers
tired eyes; worn out expressions
lost hope[x]broken dreams
constant lies &twisted words
screaming @ walls that nvr listen
faces constantly blank with no recognition
burning paper up burning walls covered in visions of the p a s t
i count the days i have left
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its an orange half moon tonight and it hover above my window sill
thissidedown at 9:08 p.m.