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The Avarice of Expectation.

Posted on 2011.02.28 at 23:23
Current Mood: crushedcrushed

Behind the wasted opportunity; in the eyes of the cheap colored lights before this sun sets. It flies and dies. I never thought I would change my opinion again.  Moved into this way I don’t recall and you move into position and abuse me in this way I’ve never known.  Just take me over into madness.

You think that I’ll tell you that.  But where’s the sense in that?  Try to return to where we go down. Surrender. I can’t speak.

Strip my senses on the spot. I’ve never been defenseless, can’t make sense, I don’t hear. Uh!  Don’t try to fight the feeling because the thought alone is killing me right now. You think you’ve got it?  But got it just don’t get it cause there’s nothing at all.

How was I supposed to know? Now you’re out of sight.  My loneliness is killing me. Pray, give me a sign? I’m blinded. Oh because…


lazyvalkyrie at 2011-03-01 05:29 (UTC) (Link)

t dolphin.

Looking at this stuff, and isn't it neat, I'll be prepared for the chance of a lifetime. I seem to feel a shiny new era tiptoe near, and I believe I can fly. I'll be sipping on gin and juice... laid back... with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
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