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01 August 2003 @ 01:13 am
 
She dresses in black everyday
She keeps her hair simple and plain
She never wears makeup
But no one would care if she did anyway

She doesn't recall yesterday
Faces seem twisted and strange
And she always wakes up
Only to find she'd been miles away

Absense of awareness
Losing Time
A lapse of perception
Losing Time

Wanting to escape
She had created a way to survive
She learned to detach from herself
A behavior that kept her alive
 
 
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy