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[dark_kyo]

I'm telling you stuff in my head
Things i'll never say to you
you're not around anymore
i wish you were
i wish that i could talk to you again
i want to tell you
just how much...
just how much...
but you don't come around anymore

I work myself to death
just so i wont think anymore
pleasant blankness
in a way there's some safety in it
i'm mindlessly, thoughtlessly, and numbly just going through the motions of living...

"And it's all
Right where it belongs
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?"

and it's all right where it belongs
don't you agree?

~kyo