| Its so funny looking at old entries from like High School. So many things have changed. We were all just trying to get by. Did we take it all for granted? I'm so bored with life. |
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| go ask Alice I think she'll know. |
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Still dont know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought Id got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But Ive never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
Im much too fast to take that test
changes
turn and face the strain
Time may change me
But I cant trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But stil the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
Theyre quite aware of what theyre going through
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Time may change me
But I cant trace time
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| whats with all of this crazy new shit on xanga? I guess its been a while.
How do I get credits for the minis???? |
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I always thought the little things would count for something.
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