Remembering your words...
The pain I read from it
I see it again and again writen down
And my mind plays out what was writen
Forcing myself to think of anything else
But I always come back to the journal
Something is very messed up within me
Old feelings are not so old anymore
Fighting back tears day after day
Depresing, suicidal, imbecile
The feelings I feel would get me thrown in a cage
Been there done that but it doesn't feel over
The pain you went through
Why do I see it
Where did these demons come from that are within me
All I can say is I am sorry I could't do more






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Phil. 1:3
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I'm happier than I look.
uhh yea that's about it!
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yea! yea! hellz yea!
let loose the dogs of colour