Wouldn't it be nice to know that you can trust yesterday? What was it... Innocence? no i think that's a different subject. too far. what about old friends? or maybe just people in general, don't they just tend to surprise you
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A silent metronome of raindrops/ delivering science into cold breeze at your window/ hush, let my name be only whispers upon night's shadow/ our perfect blues.
i heard myself, talking, my nostrils choked me in tears falling then falling now barely see barely sleep he left me with a pack of cigarettes only half full my beautiful smoke green yellow future but who fuckin cares now? it's just so bad that i had to hit [backspace] over [backspace] and over [backspace] again... [backspace]