mardi 24 février 2009

So I'm standing here and I'd like to cry.

I get so tired of things that once lifted me...

I don't believe in the stories I wanted to tell anymore.

And it did not seem so fake at first, did not lie as easily.

It was never a good idea to rely on time to help us get through it.

It hardly ever comes as complete and finished, no, nothing.

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