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[____october]

You try to move it,
It moves you. 
You assemble.
Push, pull, 
eventually it finds its place. 
Like everything once new, it grows old.
You still see it there, but not like you used to. 

Comments

[blindpain]

that's really good.

[____october]

This live journal is an epiction
of my life and how bad it sucks.
Pretty bad eh?
(Rhetorical Question)

[blindpain]

your writing is very good,
i'm sorry your life is not
how you want it to be right
now. i really am.

[__ohhhdarling]

hey, what ever happened to you anyway?