August
Monday 31 August 2009 photo 1/2
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Monday 31 August 2009 photo 1/2
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I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that´s real.
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
What have I become my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all. My empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar´s chair.
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear.
You are someone else. I am still right here.
What have I become my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all. My empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
If I could start again, a million miles away,
I would keep myself. I would find a way.
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