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This is the avenging of my mediocrity Altering into virginal happiness My ventilated train of thoughts assist the obsoleteness of the impression i had of love. my reverie of hope a simple consideration to hold something i've never come to grips with for i cant hold on to what the other has let go of my knowledge grows my hand's been raised for quite some time an indifference for beings saturated in ignorance for they're just caught up in the years that have passed my soft feelings have turned to rock by the beast himself i held such languish but now i toss it all to the killer i'm walking across the line of bitterness and betrayal and grabbing what i missed: a chance for things to be new again.
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Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 1:04 PM UTC
the growth of a greenhorn
This is the avenging of my mediocrity Altering into virginal happiness My ventilated train of thoughts assist the obsoleteness of the impression i had of love. my reverie of hope a simple consideration to hold something i've never come to grips with for i cant hold on to what the other has let go of my knowledge grows my hand's been raised for quite some time an indifference for beings saturated in ignorance for they're just caught up in the years that have passed my soft feelings have turned to rock by the beast himself i held such languish but now i toss it all to the killer i'm walking across the line of bitterness and betrayal and grabbing what i missed: a chance for things to be new again.
erin-haggerty
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Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 1:04 PM UTC
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