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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

And none of these
thoughts are real
So why is it that I feel
So cut up and so bad
I need to take control
'cos my mind is on a roll
And it isn't listening to me

the eternal pessimist and recluse in me speaks tonight. a thousand words i wrote, a thousand more i hadn't; even my journal no longer knows my thoughts.

posted by voyeur @ 6/07/2005 03:36:00 AM