see who exsists in the night.
the ones who have no one to go home to.
they fill your heart with a strange ache.
as a thought, "saturday, in the wake of,"...
it's these that make you think.
remember times when you were on the edge?
the tears and heros on my broken summer,
thoughts that dared to go through my head.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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