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[1percentbentley]

When all else fails, and there's nothing more to do,

I put my pen to the blank paper and write.

I try to release my burdens, feelings of misery, anger, and content,

But there's so many, it's as if they just came and went.

Just long enough to feel, and slightly caress my soul,

Not even long enough to analyze, or even thinking of gaining control.

Comments

[anonymous]

everything happens for a reason.....right? call me - u know who this is

[1percentbentley]

point me in a direction

[dyinginyoureyes]

paper is awesome.
good hanging out with you again.

When are you moving here? You know you can't get enough of us Austin kids.

[changeclothes11]

w/e happened to you? do u have myspace or anything of the sorT?