By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2007 Dec 27
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A passenger in life,a messenger in duty.|
As I pass you by,and note you of your beauty.
A mixed up mind,under troubled water.
Torture for the eyes,with a flow of dark thoughts.
Make them stop,let them stop,force them to stop,
But they only come back to haunt you.
A passenger in your life,
will you please still remember me the way I was?
Because my memory of who I used to be is just fading away.