Tuesday, April 19, 2005

i remember when
my dreams were dying,
and i damned the sun,
i damned the sun to pieces,
i carved hateful thoughts
into my chest,
then you took my hand
and nothing has ever felt the same,
and nothing, has ever,
nothing has ever felt the same.
atreyu; a letter to someone like you.


and it was night again -10:37 PM-

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