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December 11, 2003 4:17pmand there is no desire to fade this time. i will stand by you during nights while we both weep for society. and so you promised the same to me, but where do promises lead us? into early mornings and arguments over coffee. i'm sorry i slept over! oh and we'll laugh about this now, but when we're older, silent... we won't remember these events as being light. it will just be calm and pain - black and white. so easy to forage for something that was never there. find the newspaper from yesterday - you'll break my heart in there.
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half of it's misunderstanding
love
the war we have won we're winning
again within ourselves
and within our friends
come along fool
a direct hit of the
senses you are disconnected
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