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pete
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we tend not to... talk about it that is... embarassed by all thats been and come between what was so comfortable, though we tempted the fates and ended up, for a time, ahead of the game, only to tumble into our seperate lives, speaking well laid out lies that reak of truth.
broken_arm_dreams leave their mark, the music empties through the hollow halls, you know the ones, the trees unexplored, and the drugs left over from the estatic highs. i just want to escape, and wander back into those times before to wonder again what these times, now future now past, will bring, if they will be like the dreams, or if they will be like the sins..
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