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2003-08-21 @ 6:36 p.m. What do you write about when there's nothing that makes you sad? For so long sadness and tragedy has fueled my pen of flames Delicately burning cursive lines of melancholy into my diary and my heart That angry lyrics and despondent sonnets are all i know And though i'd love to paint words of ecstasy instead of agony All over this condescending town The phrases just don't come to me How has sorrow become my only inspiration? * What do you dream about when the nightmares dissappear? For so long ghosts have haunted my visions while i sleep Past failures, all of my mistakes Waltz together through my mind and create such distressing images That i awake incessantly in a glacial sweat But now that they've faded back into the past I don't recognize anything in my dreams How did i get so used to those nightmares that dreams are now unfamiliar? * What do you do when an angel comes to save you from the depths of hell? For so long i would lay in the darkness and bleed myself dry with tears Embracing razorblades instead of people And getting used to the sound of my own heart shattering into pieces That hearing "Everything will be okay" startled me Feeling the touch of warm flesh instead of cold steel made me tremble I almost feel like it's something i don't deserve But as i get used to smiling as you get used to my dependence I can't help but wonder How did i ever live without you?
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