Feb 04, 2008 01:21
Oh it aches, for the courage is not there. It pushes down, it chokes. Forgetting is like hiding it under the bedsheet. It's there the next night. Courage, it's needed. Chance, it's needed. Luck, you are definately late... like you always are... The fear of dark unknowns haunt, but weak of realization that it must be soon.
About fucking time
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i just had this bad feeling that night.. maybe it was telling me that my car was getting robbed (which it did) o_O
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