Apr 01, 2004 23:19
you're leaving.
this isn't the sound of a red room anymore, or even your voice. i like to call it numbers, or better yet, math.
i'm loving how i will never love you, and you may just have never existed. i'm tired of literature, and words. the facade of a facade that surrounds our names.
i wish i could build walls around them, i really could.
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Love,
Aaron
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i'm tired of literature, and words.
Those are the best parts, but its all well written.
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