"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Thursday, December 17, 2009

most miserable life.

I pray and bleed with a frozen smile
echoes of heartache are not with me
emotions shed in different times
crashed at this opportunity

I feel sorry for these walls
'cause if they could talk they surely would

hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
hear 'em out, tear 'em down.

- polar bear club

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