how many times must we cry
before we no longer let them lie
killing our souls to keep them by
lying down quietly when they say "die"
the winds of change would keep us free
if the truth we would let ourselves see
and these fked-up lives we would quickly flee
far behind, all alone, they would be.
before we no longer let them lie
killing our souls to keep them by
lying down quietly when they say "die"
the winds of change would keep us free
if the truth we would let ourselves see
and these fked-up lives we would quickly flee
far behind, all alone, they would be.
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They then become keys, that can unlock doorways to dimensions far beyond our comprehension or understanding. They become emotions that -feel- rather then simply -read- I stopped writing in my journal because I think it may have scared some people. I have a lot of rage and hatred inside of me. My soul is shrouded by constant darkness. I close my eyes and see flames. I'd like to share my pain and misery with someone. Though it's hard to find one who can understand it, let alone take it.
Check your e-mail. I've sent you a message. I hope you can enjoy the rest of the weekend my friend. And perhaps I'll hear from you soon. Right on, Tryphyna.
You can make up for it by smoking with me one day. AND I'll give you a facial!