You must remember. Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
conclusion of the night:
inevitably no one wants to be alone. if they can choose not to, then they will.
I am so lost now, I don't even want to be found at this point, it'll just end up being a big disappointment.
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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