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We'll drag your halo through the mud 4:43 p.m. 2004-03-16 Life that steals your carefully hidden soul seeps through the pristine images erected in your honor. Pitying doubtful we all walk these same busy highways, impersonal as teh face of the boy. Crowded and desolate retaining the same set of values, strive for this to be like the streets beneath your feet. Everywhere we walk we see the faces. faces of the men and women who realized that the person inside isn't the person they wanted to be. Am i the only one with even partion actualization of past tense aspirations? I'm not everything you wanted me to be but i'm the person i thought i'd turn out to be and the fact that you can't understand makes me feel bad for you. Burn away from me back & forth |