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inside my head I know I am sinking my limbs are comotose from everything no words, no roads, no drugs could cure these strings i'm empty, I am c..

exchanging words everyday and every night I feel your body so close to mine and in your ear is where I say we're out of time my lids are ris..

Being in love is the best age. You hide nowhere, living off the high of white teeth and sore limbs. Being in love is the best age. You believ..

dearest diary I have confessions to bleed I hope you will not judge this riddle I've become I'll share these lines with you and pretend I've not ..

It’s an eerie atmosphere the way roads speak futures to thrill seekers the elders of nature must exist as birds they are the earliest to r..

it's a new song I wrote.

when I was younger

this is a song I wrote fairly recently

this is actually a song I wrote during a USC and Arizona football game.

just a thought