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by Curing the Comon Cliche Jun 4, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
VIP access only Can I see some ID? I'm trying not to be bitter But then again, you do know me You swear you can't see my pupils I can promise you they're there I can hear the butterfly behind you Counting ruthless in your glare Taste the heavy medium Breathe it in and watch it float VIP access only But I don't think anybody knows