You see everything you see every part. You see all my light and you love my dark. You dig everything of which I'm ashamed. There's not anything to which you can't relate. And you're still here..
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
after shock
after that fatal day.. (fatal daw oh?)
coughs & colds. no drugs. the waking hour. message in a bottle. pick. no letters. warmth. insert sim card. blog. sun. drive. sleep.
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