Some Sort of Pensieve
my thoughts in its rawest form
Sunday, November 11, 2007
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
Its hard, but its harder to ignore it.
If they were right, Id agree, but its them you know not me.
Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
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