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it's the night of fireflies where emotions seem to flicker just like their light faint is my breathing and there is a lack of inspiration guilt runs through my bloodstream it has once said to be spoiled and i long to live in a dream a nasty infection; words are stolen by the television and the anger inside my heart seems to be in remission for now lets pretend it never happened for it was far to embarassing to remember so lets watch movies on why things are the way they are reading has become a thing of the past so lets add another chapter just because ask me questions, i don't mind we can do it to **** the time the time we have created just to measure the way the world spins just to feel in control maybe i can see all the colors and am searching for something i've found years ago actually no, i've lied i'm not satisfied so lets help the wounded, let us help the blind; tell the stories of magnificant creatues that fly in the night== magically they glow choosing when they want to show the world what it is they were destined to do lets own our history and erase what was here before. no one seems to see past my fingertips. flood warnings aren't as easily avoided as i'd like for them to be
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Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
an eye patch or two
it's the night of fireflies where emotions seem to flicker just like their light faint is my breathing and there is a lack of inspiration guilt runs through my bloodstream it has once said to be spoiled and i long to live in a dream a nasty infection; words are stolen by the television and the anger inside my heart seems to be in remission for now lets pretend it never happened for it was far to embarassing to remember so lets watch movies on why things are the way they are reading has become a thing of the past so lets add another chapter just because ask me questions, i don't mind we can do it to **** the time the time we have created just to measure the way the world spins just to feel in control maybe i can see all the colors and am searching for something i've found years ago actually no, i've lied i'm not satisfied so lets help the wounded, let us help the blind; tell the stories of magnificant creatues that fly in the night== magically they glow choosing when they want to show the world what it is they were destined to do lets own our history and erase what was here before. no one seems to see past my fingertips. flood warnings aren't as easily avoided as i'd like for them to be
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Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
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