2 December 2007
The glass is half full
The glass is half empty
The glass is shattered in a million pieces
The glass is full of blood
His blood
Am I foretelling the future?
Will all be lost in the end?
How swee
My mind is empty from the thoughts of you.
Pictures of you are all I see as I gaze upon these walls.
From all the times you smiled,
laughed,
and held onto me.
Everything doesn't seem to be o
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