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Dec 2012
Once, i had love and music.
But people come, people go
but the few that stay ..
if any stay.. who wants to
stay?

A head full of breezes,
nothing
   that lingers
No one that
   lingers
Nothing that
   matters.

Poor emo ***** *****,
lost in their houses.
If wishes were fishes i might do the dishes
but domesticity kills.
(Paralysis too)
I'd rather do nothing than
something i might lose.

Out look is everything
Look in the mirror
and what do you see?
You really are who
you want to be.
I want to be ****.
I want to mean
nothing.
Cause nothing from nothing beats nothing from something

"What of the morning?"
The watchmen he said,
"This morning is this evening and this evening ill be dead."


I find my self
lost inside a home,
not my home,
my home is with you.
You make me feel like a crazy fool.

I'm childish
I'm selfish,
immature to boot.
You would think all this knowledge would give me something to do.

Art requires heart, and a heart I don't have.
See i gave it away to this lovely young man.
Art with out heart, is like Bell with out Beast.
When they dont come together, nothing is complete.
Written by
Blitz T
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