Sunday, October 10, 2010

Black

It's like the smoke drifting from a fire,
Farther into the sky.
And I'm slowly fading,
Black
And disappearing.
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the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...

  • Wounded
    I know she left a mark. But all I'm trying to do, Is erase it. You won't let me.
  • Hit
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