Overdose
Thoughts For The Hopeless
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Solitude
My skin falls away from my bones
the light leaves
past, present, future; combined and
ultimatly destroyed in a breath
lives lose, years gone
you find yourself staring at the clock on the wall at 2am
empty
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