You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
when words fail
Monday, January 10, 2011 / 12:15 AM


you sit down, you get out your books, you try to distract yourself.
you feel it burning within you, you block it as far as possible.
you work harder on your books,
hoping that it will distract you from allowing it to spill out and roll .
the harder you work, the more it burns within you.
suddenly you stop, and you burst out laughing.
it finally spilled as you scream "What the hell am i doing !?"



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