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a) visiting this blog for the first time
b) bored
c) trying to practice your reading skills
d) jeremiah marvelling at his genius
e) a retard who doesn't realise the symbols on the left are links
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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I won't talk
I won't breathe
I won't move till you finally see
that you belong with me
you might think
I don't look
but deep inside in the corner of my mind
I'm attatched to you
mmmm
I'm weak
it's true
cause I'm afraid to know the answer
do you want me too?
cause my heart keeps falling faster
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
i'ts time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true
you don't know
what you do
everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak
it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
do you see me too?
do you even know you met me?
I know when I go
I'll be on my way to you
the way that's true
-//true.ryan.cabrera
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i feel quite disconnected from it all tonight. i'm becoming an automaton. i feel disconnected from my friends, like either i don't wanna disturb them, or they're faraway and not connected to me at all.
there's school.
there's last minute homework.
there's people to talk to in class. they help me pass time.
there's council after school.
there're meetings.
there's paperwork. i do 'em.
there's the 1 hour ride home.
there's my ipod mini.
there's the computer, which even now i'm being restricted to use.
there's the phone, but who really calls me? and even if i call others, they don't seem to symphatise much.
they're too faraway, or i don't wanna disturb them, or they downright just aren't
there with me.
there's work to do at home.
there's my blog.
there's my room.
there's my bed.
there's my sleep.
there's the next day.
again.
`donovan. |9:41 PM|
