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2004 10 February :: 6.29 pm
:: Mood: Loving:thoughtful
:: Music: I'll Take Care Of You-Dixie Chicks
::Let Them Call Us Funny Things::
It seems to hurt the more you think of it. No one's watching you. No one cares. They can't see through a girls eyes. They don't understand you're calling out to who they are. God only understands how lonely you are. Each person that you encounter, you shoot them with the fierce look of death in your eye. They take a step back. Not knowing you're angry with the world.
Everything is nothing, I want to know everything but nothing at all. I care to much. I worry to much.
You're stuck between the toremented feelings of two people. Stuck between, and you can't get a grip. Words are softly spoken when with another. Does she care? Does she understand you need her? I don't think she does. She's letting this person control her. This persons name I dare not speak. It's this wretched persons life your friend is living. You wish you could ask her. But you felt akward the way you did today. To ask to sit with her when eating. Such a fool, you. She doesn't care for you, so why bother. Exactly.
This Wretched Angel-
Jordan
When walked by a rose, the sweet turns to bitter.
When told by an angel, the grace turns to shivers.
When touched by soft hands, the feel turns to sandpaper.
When touched with ice, the blade turns to silver.
When lost in favor, the blood drips from this awful behavior.
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::Find Yourself:: |
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2004 8 February :: 11.46 am
::Time only passes me by, wasted::
Time. A million uses. One dismay. Impatience, and wasting. Learning, and seeking. Time. A million people. One person. Set apart, and distant. Closer and closer.
Time. A million clocks. One day. Noises, and interuptions. Waiting, and quiet. Time. A million ways. One road. Patience, and wanting. Taking, and needing.
Time, so distant, but we're all running on the same hands. Spinning circles, but we're all getting somewhere. Running backwards, but we're all stuck in the future. Realization of what's really real, hurt by what lies were told.
Here, we're stuck. We're stuck in one moment. One time. There, we're together. We're together at one time. Only one moment. Far, we're not together. We're not together in this time. One step farther.
What was once there, will never be there again. No longer stuck in that time.
::Find Yourself:: |
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2004 7 February :: 11.50 am
:: Music: The Noose-Perfect Circle
::There's No Other Way::
You can see out a strangers window. You look and you see many things. Blue sky, and leaveless trees. The ground outside is covered in snow, and you wonder why you have to go. Long time ago you were happy. Now, you're just....okay. So you wonder why you're here. Still, there's not answer. Still, there's no question. Brings back memories of was once never said, once never done, once never heard, once never seen. All is lost from the sun. Again, you can never win, never won.
Time to face the sanity, and leave this world alone.
::Find Yourself:: |
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