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By distant moon Date: 2009 Mar 27 Comment on this Work [[2009.03.27.00.24.28383]] |
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I guess I'm suffering again, and not even a little bit of this is planned it's tragic but who am I to ask a question that I barely understand? What difference does it make any more, when we spend so much time breathing and what for? We're pushing daisies already and even before we're dead, we're almost definitely headed in the wrong direction, baby, so let me down, but do it easy; and do it loud. I suppose I'm suffering now, and I'll just keep saying it's all your fault, but we both know that's not true. Not even a little bit. Because in the end, we're both stronger and sharper witted. We soldier on, as blood stained battle hardened warriors. I guess I'm suffering again, but it's hard to tell, because I don't feel a thing; so I'm guessing that it's not the same... something's changed, are we stronger? Or know ourselves better? or I've never really known suffering. |