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June, 2008 for now...i'm falling downIf fear's what makes us decide our future journey,well I'm not along for the ride cause I'm still yearning to try and touch the sky my fingers burning Before you are old you're young...I'm stilling learning...Fall right on my face It's an uphill human race and I am falling down. I'm standing out in the street the earth is moving..I feel it under my feet and I'm still proving that I can stand my ground and my feet are there ...To be lost before you are found Don't mean you're losing May, 2008 atende mi domingo +/-se que por aca suele andar...de a ratitos...una leve sombra de aquella y entonces MEJOR! MUCHO MEJOR! y entonces tambien vos...y mucho mejor! y mi dolor..no y el tuyo de ratos, feos ratos...no me gusta tristeza ira pero entiendo y entonces dolor pero despues me ves como antes yo y mejor! mucho mejor! entonces la situacion y la ansiedad y no no no... acordate de aquella qe es mejor! mucho mejor!
May, 2008 MI JUEVES DESPERTORsentir llorar devolverte enojarme sentir ser no ser querer y no querer aceptar perdonar elegir disfrutar despertar cambiar entender actuar diferenciar producir agradecer sentir MEJOR! MUCHO MEJOR!
22 MAYO 2008 May, 2008 WEEKEND WARSEvil S I yes to find a shore, a beach that doesn't quiver anymore, Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls?, and I won't try to fight in the weekend wars Was I? I was to lazy to bathe or paint or write or try to make a change. Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch and I don't have to love or think too much. Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk, mental mystics in a twisted metal car. Tried to amplify the sound of light and love. Christ is cursed of faders and maders...Might even take a knife to split a hair or even scare the children off my lawn, giving us time to make the makeshift bombs Every mess invested was a score. We couldn't use computers anymore It's difficult to win unless you're bored, And you might have to plan for the weekend wars Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona. It might take 100 years to grow an arm I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior My predictions are the only things I have I can amplify the sound and light and love I'm a curse and i'm a sound, When I open up my mouth, There's a reason I don't win, I don't know how to begin.
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