| Wednesday, August 03, 2005 Busy,busy living this life. This life, a lie more i like it. Lost; dying. Caught; drained. What? What does everyone want from me? I've lost close to everything. Do they think I handle change well? No. They must be wrong. Losing something so close,yet far away. Gone,for good. Your words; blur. Heartbeats, slow and thumping still. Try to forget how it feels,hard. I need you more than ever now.
love & rockets.
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