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Monday, January 30th, 2006
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8:51 pm - I'm still breathing, but barely.
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Tales untold but true of the love I have for you
So let it be known..
I've abondoned myself in the city of wind
With thinning torsos and stubble stained skin
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason that I stay alive.
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2004
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1:11 am
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| Friday, May 7th, 2004
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2:43 am
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Kids like us are fucked up only in the most attractive ways with the hands of our clocks wrapped firmly around our necks we are digging grave mistakes like what road kill is to fucking flies between arms paved in roads to ruin and under slept eyes. File us under cliche - forget about us. What we got can't be learned in any schools or bought off any shelves. We jump roped to the song of teen angst with broken hearts and black eyes and are forgotten inside the walls of our bedrooms, pen to paper, trying to make sense of our lives.
and I don't miss anything, anymore.
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