the wretched reaching upward to something that may never be there to save me, and trying to find peace, in the struggle against all that would hold me in places that i've been trying to escape since i found my way here, through a not so long tunnel of flesh, giving me to a world that could care less if any of us make it or not...
moving from cell to cell, from ward to ward, from hood to hood, counting more dead friends than live ones, watching the slow grueling death of my mother, trying to make sure the wounds stay clean, and wishing that this loneliness would let up, if even just a little.
i remember how much i love you, and how important every awful second of this whole thing really is.
i'm trying to count them all. one by one.
from the thirteenth floor of this revolving building, always finding myself on unfamiliar streets that hold some semblance of every place i've ever been.
i love you.
i miss you.
and i'll see you 'round the playground, one of these days...
moving from cell to cell, from ward to ward, from hood to hood, counting more dead friends than live ones, watching the slow grueling death of my mother, trying to make sure the wounds stay clean, and wishing that this loneliness would let up, if even just a little.
i remember how much i love you, and how important every awful second of this whole thing really is.
i'm trying to count them all. one by one.
from the thirteenth floor of this revolving building, always finding myself on unfamiliar streets that hold some semblance of every place i've ever been.
i love you.
i miss you.
and i'll see you 'round the playground, one of these days...
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[warning: extreme cheese] youll probably hate me for this... but look at how much there is worth living for and smiling about - even just for a few seconds
theres also the red eye