you never swim deeper than when you want to die but you never climb faster than when the fire is right behind and you never thought suffering would not make you blind but you see that real truths are the hardest to find but because it was forced and without it there would be just smiles and you're hoarse from the times that the climb took the breath the wind gave there are messes that need to be tended and walls to be mended and walls to be dragged down to see the best sides cause the nightly good news is diminished if people think corners are really true finished completing a race makes the winner the ace and the rest a forgotten explosions have happened.
you think we need peace.
Monday, June 16, 2008
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