poem
Date: Jul 31st, 2005 11:44:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: alone
Its hard to get through the day with that voice in the back of ur head telling you what to do. your smart enough I say fuck that voice he cant tell you what to do.you try and tryto kick him out. you tell him to go home. you cant take it anemore the voice is getting to loud all you want to do is drift amoung the clouds.when you reach your breaking point it suddnely dissapears.now u wonnder were it went and why it is not there. In your head you listen close for the slightest little sound but nope that sound is no where to be found. you have the freedom now to do whatever with out that little clue if it is right or wrong,wrong or right just go out and do.
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