we loved it all of us in our own ways
but now everyone has parted ways
but i guess it's fate or destiny or some conglomeration of both that brought us together
and a sympathetic sadness or sentimental pity that keeps us attached
to the past
many years have passed but no time has passed
god the hours they passed so fast
and luckily or something like that
we've moved past
the judgement and the rules
the madness and the looks of disapproval
the fear oh the fear
leaving everyone only to be stuck with what is
their own truth
which for me was a really good thing
Monday, February 11, 2008
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