July 20, 2009
The cross between love and hate is two worlds separated
I wish I had the right words to speak
But my train of thought has been lost
The pain I feel is as if a needle were being inserted
Blue, no way
Depressed, not even close
Falling apart, every single second
Even when you’re present
Present doesn’t include there
Ironic doesn’t cut the fact that our minds have been glued around
No one person’s interest
What really is best, the best can come to me
Just not at this moment
Is it even my best interest to have that opinion?

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