Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My silence solidifies,until that hollow void erases you,erases you so I can't feel at all.But if I never feel again, at least that nothingness will end the painful dream, of you and me...If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to before you went away, if only for a day.
Missy Higgins, The Sound Of White.

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