What do you think about when there's too many things locked up inside your head?
I think about sad things.
Because sometimes, the sad things are what I only seem to remember.
Saturday, 5 June 2010
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If you could only see the beast you've made of me / I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free / The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound / I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground.
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