when the world stabs you in the back
the worst thing you could do is become indifferent too
there is no "they," no idiot brigade
only a thousand you's, equally as bruised.
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i see him vividly. i imagine he's probably in my dreams, but i never remember my dreams, so let's not speak of them again. rather, he's in my daydreams. he's a tall black man (which is probably a litt... Posted by on Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:41:00 GMT
