| Hope of the Hopeless |
[Aug. 3rd, 2005|01:25 pm] |
Paperworks pile, your head a monkey cry. Close enough, never able to snatch a moment wise. Could be possible, a piece of ease in a life time, but why only the coffee headache numbing?
Hate to bring it to you, so falling apart. Your laptop a radio, I could ever guilt. I thought of a therapy, a weird person needs gorgeous thrillers.
Take something that life don't give. I will return with heavenly smile. In another world, you are what you feel. |
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