from each corner of our shared prison cell

May 20, 2006 05:05

Don't even think about reaching me. I won't be home.
Don't even think about stopping by. Don't think of me at all.

I did a what I had to do. If there was a reason, it was you.

Aaah, don't even think about getting inside. Voices in my head. Ooh, voices.
I got scratches all over my arms. One for each day since I fell apart.

I did, oh, what I had to do. If there was a reason it was you.
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im in orlando getting my head straight. i have been avoiding dealing with too many things.
i cant keep myself fucked up enough to forget about all the bullshit thats been eating away at me, so im just going to detox myself and spend some time figuring stuff out.

i think i know what i want, where i want to be, and who i want to be there with...i just need to work out how to make it happen.
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