Jan 26, 2006 01:29
Being a writer sucks at times for me. To express most things in life I feel the need to write it down and share with the world. But, of course,right now I am stuck in that whole weird place because of everything... and I miss him a lot.
To say that I am bereft
is to see the overlying.
To ask why I am crying
is to answer that he left.
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but i like the relation between your music and poetry. :)
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