Life's just dreaming
faded colours
on an empty wall
makes no sense at all
all those pictures
hanging like dead men
one day they'll fall
no memory at all
down in the old bar
Time stands still by
his lover's heart
and her eyes are dark
lights are feelings
burning questions
though i can't recall
no answers at all
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I read your blog and it makes me feel really grateful for where I am - and I guess people read my writing and feel the same way sometimes. It's like we are sharing our worst for others to feel better - and if that's what it takes - well, I'll share away! Anyway, great to see you're back - drug rehabilitation Indianapolis
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