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Jun 01, 2006 00:19

No one here who can see her in me.

I remember playing "Asleep" by the Smiths in my high school photography class. It was for a project. My photos were of blurry autumnal flowers in my mom's garden; I said that they represented the death envisioned in the song because of the season. AM was there, listening.

Sing me to sleep
sing me to sleep
don't try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone

Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
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