Sunday, March 31, 2013

Empty space, empty heart.

Meaningless, meaningful days.

It may (may), be for all the wrong reasons. Risks, risks. The irony of the reasoning. I don't care, you don't care.

But it feels damn better than this.

If your lost and alone 
Or you're sinking like a stone 
Carry On 
May the past be the sound 
Of your feet upon the ground 
Carry On 


There are so many 'F' words that could describe us, but Family is not one of them.







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