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It's cold, not that this isn't something I can change or not but it chills to the bone that sorta cold where you sit inside and let it penetrate you because you know it's inevitable. It's that cold that makes you bitter that makes you remember why you stoped giving second chances, winter will always be winter. The season will change as the years get by and it evolves year to year, but it doesn't change the fact that it's always colder and less fun then the last season.
The wind's blowing an echo of what you once liked when the nights were hot and sweaty. Now, now they bug you your pissed becuase they won't leave you alone. No there's no justification for it it just is and will always be...just a headache and a sad screaching melody.
It seems as though my past is the current flavor, after spending time back in lincoln, speaking to old aquantances on face book, becca coming back to town.
Side note...I really really dislike people.
The wind's blowing an echo of what you once liked when the nights were hot and sweaty. Now, now they bug you your pissed becuase they won't leave you alone. No there's no justification for it it just is and will always be...just a headache and a sad screaching melody.
It seems as though my past is the current flavor, after spending time back in lincoln, speaking to old aquantances on face book, becca coming back to town.
Side note...I really really dislike people.