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Monday, December 06, 2004

obselete - saves the day
Every day seems the same to me
I sit around and think about how alone
I feel then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it's the comfort of being sad- sometimes it feels so right and sometimes
I'd like to be around no one for ten straight years but
I know this feeling can't bring me places and
I know I'm losing lots of ground but to keep up means to get up and why does it have to be
the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same?
I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone anymore
and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete
and I don't think I feel the same
cause after all who says what happy really means?
Tonight I will redefine everything and tomorrow
I will start in on my better days and so each their own definition of happiness but no one ever reaches it so
I don't think I'll breathe that way but happiness is when there's nowhere left to go
because in that state of mind there is no state of self
so how was I supposed to know

James Barr at 1:50 PM

your lipstick, his collar

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Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty or half full,

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