Sunday, April 4, 2004

hang back those fallen days
and you can do wotever the hell you want because nothing comes close to touching me. oh, but it does dosen't it. that's why you seek some sort of solace here. solace, a place so strange and fleeting. so yeah, that's life. you can't always have the last laugh, you can't always win or lose. you keep moving forward as if it dosen't matter. or you've found something else to bitch about. those days, always seem like a memory, making us who we are. hmmm.. nah, maybe we're just not looking in the right places. wot's past is past, wot's here now, will fade, will last. wot's tomorrow is no further than my hand. have fun y'all.

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