Story Book
It’s like living in a story book where the same thing always happens. It’s never different it’s all was the same. I try to pull away and I can’t it like I’m hung like some one else is pulling the strings.
I don’t like to feel the walls closing in, my breath leaving my body. Death is knocking at the door I refuse to answer it. Death looks at me through a stained glass window. It’s waiting for its chance to take me under.
I’ve been waiting for that one that will save me from that lon…
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Posted on March 28, 2008 at 9:45pm —
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