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i follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you
I've been awake only three hours, showered less than, and I already feel like showering again.
Damn this heat, this humidity. I feel subhuman.
love is all you need
don't you want somebody to love?
i know i could have loved you, but you won't let me
i'm gonna love you till the heavens stop the rain
it's love's illusions i recall - i really don't know love at all
you better find somebody to love...
Love is something I'm not sure I want a part of anymore. I think right now if somebody touched me and meant it even a little, I would break.
Hard, diamond hard I am these days. Somewhere are the soft things that mean so much - the light and the words and the green - but they have been excised, boxed up, and tucked away. They are more fragile than I am; they value their solitude more than I do. They let me look, but not quite touch; others can't even see.
I don't think I understand anything at all. (And I really don't know love at all.)
I think when the heat breaks I will know more. As it is I am a muddled fevered mess. Concentrating in class, however, is easier than it's ever been - tunnel vision at its finest.
Damn this heat, this humidity. I feel subhuman.
love is all you need
don't you want somebody to love?
i know i could have loved you, but you won't let me
i'm gonna love you till the heavens stop the rain
it's love's illusions i recall - i really don't know love at all
you better find somebody to love...
Love is something I'm not sure I want a part of anymore. I think right now if somebody touched me and meant it even a little, I would break.
Hard, diamond hard I am these days. Somewhere are the soft things that mean so much - the light and the words and the green - but they have been excised, boxed up, and tucked away. They are more fragile than I am; they value their solitude more than I do. They let me look, but not quite touch; others can't even see.
I don't think I understand anything at all. (And I really don't know love at all.)
I think when the heat breaks I will know more. As it is I am a muddled fevered mess. Concentrating in class, however, is easier than it's ever been - tunnel vision at its finest.