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Bloody 12:02 a.m. 2004-07-06 Tired sentiments that drown out this buzzing sound of the city beneath us. Up here the wind is safe and inviting and we could just take one more step. If you couldn't see or feel who's words would mean anything and i'd talk away the hours but nothing means anything to me i'm tired and bored and fit to bleed. Fire away and cross these streets in hopes of realizations of patterns set in dreams in our heads. No one was there to see the look on your face before you were to become the end and i regret every day not seeing something beautiful in those eyes moments before the end. Sentiment is as fleeting as the scent of her skin...
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