Wednesday, August 04, 2004







Mood: Tired. Music: Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash - Fall Out Boy.

My mind is slowly wasting away with the thoughts of you. I find myself catching my breath as i run through your words in my head. I can never fill that void for you.
I'm sorry that my words cut through and killed you but i know it's better to be a soldier of truth rather than to build an army of lies. I can see myself with someone, that someone just isn't you.



Envy drowned in words at 19:07



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