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Oct 02, 2004 02:29

*sigh*

I fear my journal is coming to a end, i no longer no what to writen anymore, this dark hallway is growing only longer the light its so far from my eyes that i want to cry, i keep stubling on these little trinkets i pick up only to drop, i pick them up so far so high above my head and i only drop them, either by will or it will cut me, i trust so easily cause i haven't trusted in so long, you know i even stoped smoking but little did i know the firey ash gided me by the wind and light,the hallway so long and dark i can only see a bright lite blinding me, your "bright eyes" feeling my emotion. theres no point of write its to dark now, i'm just writing the same things over a nother girl, a nother broken heart, maybe i need to open up a door and step out of this room, i long for love but not in this room, ever since i started this path ever since you, i've looked for love only to find no room, i look and look till my compastiy is full, but only when i stop looking will i find you, you the one who i long for, i don't even know you, or do i... either way its you i deiser, unknown love, "this fight, these wounds, mean everything to me" yeah they do. this hallway the one i will try to step out of maybe theres a door i can feel along the walls, the hallway only get more narrow, its asking me to leave i better put this book down and try to find a door.
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