Sunday, August 08, 2004
When you're left with only a bullet, I'll bring the trigger with the promise to pull it. I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life and taken peices out of it. I'll give you enough time to regain yor composure... to reconstruct a heart that's torn apart from over-exposure. I know forever isn't long enough to forget the faces and places that played out your tragedy.I miss my love.
2 days seems far too long.
<3 Shara.
P.S. Misty and Ken. As little as it means, as rehearsed as it seems, Im there.
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Here's 2 the crazy ones, Misfits, Rebels, Troublemakers, Round pegs in square holes, The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, And have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, Disagree with them, Glorify or villify them. The one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push us forward. While some may see them as the crazy ones, We see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough To think they can change the world Are the ones who do.
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