I'm trying to get my life back in order. Things have gotten pretty out of control lately. I'm a complete believer in getting stable and then moving on. So that's the plan right now
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Time take us forward. Relief from this longing. They can land that plane on my heart; I don’t care. Just give me November, The warmth of a whisper, In the freezing darkness of my room.
Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily More than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand With an absolute concept of beauty They are smeared and these blurs come in random order And they color the eyes of your former lovers Hers were green like July, Except when she cried they were red