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Wed 17 Mar, 2004 01:23 am
Sitting here
Staring at myself
What have I become
The no namer
The lost one
Still in my pajama's
From the 2 days before
Bags under my eyes
I'm so tired
I went out today
Messy hair
Drove around
I seen no one
I now only see
What I choose to see
Images are blocked
A loss of reality
Followed my mind around
Again another vicious cycle
Brought me here to you
Here to my soul
I bleed to you
For I have nothing else
we do each and all of us, get a little lost at times, but we do find our way back to reality, we have to, thats what its all about.
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