Sunday, March 25, 2007

I think they're right.

I am abnormal.

I seek the presence of you out of thin air. I think the impossible. And the odds of it happening could be well compared to how you're actually asking a pig to bark.

That's how much it's gonna come true.
And that's how much I want it to leave me and go.





I think too much.
And I can't keep the thoughts out since yesternight.

As the url suggests.

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