September 1, 2007
As I lie looking at the sky Imagining the thoughts of pain The clouds of distinctive shapes appear so high Wishing to myself that there was another way The thought of us that was once great Seem today rather less pleasurable I think to myself and find nothing but hate Memories are less enjoyable at this moment in time I sit and think my life away in denial Wondering why I am left feeling meaningless

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