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grey morning
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grey morning |
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roxane Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 505us |
i know that i was not born for this day was i even born at all? there's a fear i have of commmonplace i'm afraid of everything i can't struggle through or break it i'm just too crippled jesus christ, when you look at me don't you know what you see? my eyes glued shut they can't believe anything that they observe and i can't trust my own sick head to ever have a thought a plate glass window in my heart it's thick and cold i've got a reputation for being alive oh the rumors people start grey mornings send the sun straight in to the ground ------------------ "Come night, come darkness, for you cannot come too soon or stay too long in such a place as this." Charles Dickens roxane |
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