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And slowly, I breathe.I saw through darkness, it poured from vessels of selfish desire.  Reflections of my own well being escaped into the night.  Say goodbye to a time you thought you knew me, I lied.  As I lay before you now, take me, as I always hoped you would   
We play parts, we teach ourselves styles of visionary relevance.  
Journals of each day take form in every passing stranger.  
Each drop unfolds a tale of distant fractures of happiness  This time, I write you my story. My epic adventure of worth.   
Open wounds affirm the worlds subtle hints at realism.  
Each moment I pay the price of compassion And slowly, I breathe.
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There's still hope.Clockwork monotones strike out from the depth of my soul.  
A sullen teenage angst, too abbreviated to filter down.  
Surpassing the realization of life's gentle philosophy.  
Yet, still, in the darkness of allure, a love beats   
Inner proportions unknown to the abandoned shelter of hearts.  
Relapsing into the broken mechanics of self discovery.. you will?.  
Painstakingly anointed with each falling tear, each memory from vision.  
Faint screams of each days miracle elevate the unspoken prayers of all.   
In succession it falls, mirrored through the eyes of a tainted youth.  
Regimented There's still hope.
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The story so far...Sit, she said.  
A guiding hand pouring from within her dark composition. Surveying, I stroked a reality of product. In airs of crisp blossom and pre existing smoke, I poised to breathe. Relaxed focus allowed me to echo the words into my worn body. With tempered expression, she mumbled a flowing melody that's only purpose was to form the faint sound of a proposition.   
Unjust and uneasy, perforations of a past like no other assembled itself into the boundary of my consciousness. I gazed into the open flame of retribution, idolized as an informal touch. Slowly, her voice came into focus again, my heart beat like the passing of The story so far...
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It was...

Fri Aug 7, 2009, 6:25 PM
My birthday was 4days ago. I feel old now.

Anyway, I've been ill. Like, really ill. Hospital type ill. It would apear I have something wrong with me
which could possibly not be so good for me in both the long and short term. I guess we have to suck it up and move on eh? But, what the fuck?

It's such an ugly word. I'm not even going to say it. Fingers crossed they can chop it out with a big axe.

Fuck it. We all have a time eh?

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Lyrics -

It takes this soul of mine to see you burst my heart
And I'll find
That there's a silver lining
You don't see
If we end it soon
It's clean and pure

And I won't hurt no more
Because I had the time of my life
For sure

It is true
A mountain like you
Ought to see
Which way they are going
What you've never dreamed
You can't lose
So stay so clean and pure

Enjoy
Don't hurt no more
Cos I won't see your smiling face
But I won't see your smiling fade
And know I had the time of my life
That day

Surely we could carry on
When you're left behind
With no good reason
It's a shame but the feelings never gone
Don't you know that I
I had a time

Surely we could carry on
When you're left behind
With no good reason
It's a shame but the feelings never gone
Don't you know that I
I had a time

Don't you know that I
I had a time

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