Jun 02, 2005 19:06
the smoke clears from the fire that's burnt in your mind, a bad taste is all that's left behind, that taste of pain, that taste of trust, that pain that bleeds, and that trust that's not. i saw it happen to you it buried you in all it's concentration. That one last taste it may be your escape but life's your ultimatum.
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