Lucid

by Trent   Oct 1, 2008


Sometimes i think about her endlessly

and sometimes i sit here, in exile living in my denial.

Too confused to say how i feel, because of all the mixed

emotions running though my mined.

Its about time, i told her know how i feel.

Let her know the truth, and see how she feels about this

whole ordeal.

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