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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
|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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