Its just past July, and
Jesus Christ
I am dying just like you
This drink in my hand is draining
Like the blood from your hand, and
I still believe in something, and
Somewhere someone still
Believes in me.
Jesus Christ
I am dying just like you
This drink in my hand is draining
Like the blood from your hand, and
I still believe in something, and
Somewhere someone still
Believes in me.
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eyehatetherain:
everything.ha. whatevers on my mind. i use alot of poetic prose when i'm just emptying my mind. or if i'm sitting down to write something else its more calculated. i'm writing a book. though that is a bit more difficult
eyehatetherain:
ya i understand. i did the same thing. but this just kinda came and found me. its writing its self. i'm up to close to 50 pages. i'm writing the general idea of the story then going back after to bulk it up