Tuesday, August 24, 2004
aaah. i've got too much on my plate. like a bloody kenny rogers meal. except this dont taste good.
the past can haunt you. beleee me. like a lil' child ghost sittin in the corner of the closet. but i live for tomorrow. and you shall understand.
haiz. god help us all. i dont need this shit.
now for a sappy break.
i wake up
thoughts of you
tattooed to my mind
as i wonder
what to wear
what to eat
who to be
when i see you again
if you only knew
what I went through just to get to you
i'm hanging from you
and i'll hold on if you want me to.
yes. you shall understand.
Sufian at 10:23 PM
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