Sunday, February 21, 2010

put me in some dreams about some battles and planes and trenches

honest answers come from honest hands but where were you when i was alive again? sometimes i think i'd appreciate a kick in the face more than i would another plainly put excuse. even when everyone else thinks that the things you say speak entire truths i'm still the only one that can see right past it. you. whatever. it's weird when you wake up and things keep moving along and... well... moving. i love them but i can't really stand to be around them. making mistakes but this time brushing them aside easier than we ever could before. i think my body's gunna need a week to get it together again, let alone my fucking head.

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