Feb 22, 2005 10:50
good things that go bad;
things that once made me happy,
make me sad.
things that should be, slip away;
things that once had purpose have lost all feeling,
and left me to another day.
it's all touch and go,
can you blame me for leaving?
can you blame me for bleeding?
....thank you to a friend for that.
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