reach.

Jun 27, 2007 20:09

my soul is in chicago, i'll make my way back to it.
my heart is his, i never want it back. 
my mind is imprisoned, release date in two years.

i feel like a diver, who dove a little too far.
the pressure is too much.
my lungs are crushing.
i need to surface.
i need to breathe.
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