November 2010
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the blood was dry, it was sober, the feeling of...
and i could tell it was over from the curtains that hung from your neck
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with every year that came to pass more clouds appeared til the sky went black and there was no sunlight anymore
it disappeared at the same speed as the idealistic things i believed the optimist died inside of me
