The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Monday, July 4, 2011

I'm going to see the sun come up soon again.
still trying to sleep, again.
Eyes are probably red from tiredness, again.

On here, fucking blogging, at this time, to no one, again.
Tell me theres a reason for all this, or tell me that this is it, for everyday from now on.
Tell me, so I can continue, or so I can just stop.

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