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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Its a strange feeling waking up alive, Shocked to know your consciousness remains. The morning was so cold, and the smell and heat from the heater made me just as sick as... The world felt so foreign. The way down from the top bunk seemed forever and I remembered the cold on my feet as I stumbled to the bathroom. The snow fell as silent as we were about what had just happened. I don't even remember the drive back. "We've tried to wash our hands of all of this We never talk of our lack in relationships And how we're guilt stricken sobbing With our heads on the floor We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip We'd say I can't be held responsible..." |
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