Friday, July 1, 2011

BreathLess*


What are those in front of me

What to do to make it real to me



How to rebuild myself

How to get myself to catch up




When those slip through my fingers

When I'm gonna walk it out myself



It couldn't to be like that

It must have some ways to figure out
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