3.01.2005

what a beautiful thing

it burns a whole through everyone that feels it

i really cant go on sometimes
i feel like i am sitting
in an old and dirty chair all by myself.
in the center of the room
i can see everything around me
but i am gone, i am not there, i do not care.
about the things i have to do
for my life every single day
i am quite sick of this, and that, and you.

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