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Thursday, August 31, 2006
19 Days to DOOM
I'm not prepared, my mind's too cold
The stress, it's mad; I no longer see the sun.
Under these circumstances, I should be moving
But the pressure, it's all too cloying.
Remind me again, of the times we had
The laughter, the joy, everything happy not sad.
Memories are my refuge from reality
Don't take them away, my world needs them.
Move along, sentimentalists don't survive
the world has no place for them.
That's where you're wrong
I'm the only one who seems to be trying.
The time has come to pick myself up though
I acknowledge that, I'll try and you know;
Just give me a little time, a little space to breathe
Right now I'm still struggling to crawl.
It'll be alright, I know it's true
Against all the odds, I'll persevere through.
God help me please,
I really need it, I do.
