Swallow my words. Blink back tears. My pen's writing down things unseen, undreamed. Pages inked with love songs for the unloved. Undo what's done. Undermind yourself. We're unheard of. Underestimated, overrated. Unable to live despite the existance of our lives. Scratch down more words that you won't understand. Undecided. What's unneeded. This is irrelevant. |
Friday, February 8, 2008
(pre)fix me.
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i really do like it.
it makes such amazing sense in a weird way.
nothing is completely irrelevant.
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