Aug 31, 2003 14:20
the light shower of rain puts me in a pensive mood.
a sense of nostalgia holds hands with the meloncholy, drizzly days.
the road stretches on and never ends, and i'll remain in your front seat,
not caring that we're dying. we're all moribund, and we never even realize it.
or maybe life's too short long empty for that to even matter.
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and no, i'll probably never see him again. and it's absolutely fuckin' killing me.
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