♥ Sunday, October 14, 2007
Baby let this last, ♥

Every morning is the same
Every night is the same
Every day is the same
A certain numbess forms
Not a numbness of a limb
Not a numbess of a heart
But a blank soul
A numbness of a thought
The thought of an average life
The thought of unimportance
How horrid life is
Without having meaning
So is there a point to life
When you die unnoticed
We live life only to to see it pass
This shear thought
An uncertain form of numbness
Where not only lose feeling
You lose the will of emotions
And to lose desire to your future
To people realizing their fate
Pation a true meaning of life
To not simply accept loss
But express the emotion and thrill it with holds
Labels: emotions, life, loss
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