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1:54 p.m. - 2005-07-09

It was my past, all wrapped up in pieces of tape.

His house flew by on the side, and I remembered how he took it all and soaked it in. I try to forget and try to move on.

I'm sick inside, from losing time and thinking I have nothing better to do than stare at walls and paint pictures of the sky while the sky is what's falling down on top of me nowadays. Porcelain cracked, I'm like a dog, panting and crawling in the sand, trying to get to the other side of this thing called life.

I'll be there soon kid, I'll be there soon.

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