you're aching and you're breaking and i can see the pain in your eyes,
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
says everybody's changing and i dont know why.
i wanna sail the sky and fly the ocean with me and you, and scream softly and whisper loudly cos life's short and tomorrow's so far away.
i wish you were farfar away but close enough to grip, swimming roads and crossing oceans, the possibility of the impossible, like air gushing through my fingers and water flooding my lungs.