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thestandardline (profile) wrote, on 10-29-2009 at 11:53am | |
Current mood: sick Music: bright eyes - a spindle a darkness a fever Subject: space |
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this world is a lie my life is but that of a fly. i keep searching for a sweetness but no where does it lie. life to short to be stuck in such a hole when its depths have no end it seems impossible to tell whether youll ever get out of this hell blooming flowers are a distant vision summer days pass without notice i hope better days will come. |
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