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its amazing how i can feel so transparent in the eyes of one who held me up so high in the past. i cant seem to find the strength to be myself in total for the fear of pushing you to false conclusion. but tell me, whats it feel like to be a ghost? in this dreary hour its like you dont exist in this world, floating in the continueum of drinking the problems away; or at least ignoring simple facts.

we are here, in this room, together, unlikely, but here. what will you do when the slip of the tongue greets you with that subtle hello?



 ::: posted by Eddie at 2:45 PM


 
when the flesh falls from the bone and the torment ceases, he shall look up to god and say

"thank you"



 ::: posted by Eddie at 12:15 AM


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