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falling making the lines.
and i'm searching in an ocean of nothings
deeper now, take a leap towards conciousness yet i can't find where the key will fit can you say youd save me? if a thousand ghosts tried to steal what i've got left - i can only contemplate clear skies ahead, while the sail of our boat is close to being torn away by the brutal wind.. Nothing I try to say comes out right, It's not understandable in the least. The points I want to make aren't there, And the lines are blurred, melting me into yet another dream. Some day this will all work out, but until then I can just dream. Yes and be my cliche teenage angst-y self. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee |