19 June 2007

Fighting Just To Breathe, At Least Let Me Get Back Up On My Knees...

Empty heart, patient soul. What is it to make me feel alive?

Another day, without a hand up. Excuses for stepping over me, without any conviction.

Friends with the worst of them and observer of the seepage.

May his joyful smile remind us how much there is to be happy about. - Edward Monkton

My tone is hard to read...


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