Nov 30, 2006 11:18
People ask if I'm happy now, hiding in the smoke ringlets and half blurred vision of a lonely night surrounded by my friends. No, I'm not. And the questioning eyes of all those around gasp in confusion as the voices begin to rise to screams in my head. Disapproval all around but only one truth: I'm walking backward.
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you have to go forward to get where I am, no one can u-turn but u.
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