When my head is vacant I prefer to sit where the sounds are dulled and harshness can't penetrate the lull cause I can't participate except to sit and stare and even then I don't see you my head's in the fog my neck is so long I sometimes don't see my feet but I know they're there because I'm walking... Sign in to see full entry.
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The lyrics to my story. It gave me great pleasure to write them, it seems they should be shared. Of life, death, depression, love and melodrama. Of growing up.
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