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Feb 17, 2008 - 02:14 AM PST

i wrote this when i was 17 and im probably going to edit and rewrite it. Theres a ton of stuff i see that i dont like, but i wanted to post it anyways for the sake of remember what it was like to hold a conversation with him.




Driving in your Silver Saturn
I see our self-perpetuating pattern
You and me, we hide behind a desguise
Convining ourselves of these specious lies
Me, I try to clear this confusion
As we drive upon these false allusions
Silence consumes our conversations
As we realize our limitations
You, You strive to find vancant words
Me, I find it nothing but absurd
Like endless drops of rain
Our talks, they do not change
These feelings our to honest
It hurts to keep this promise