Good times.

No longer hollow.

As i go longer it grows stronger. Without without a tamer, but i can’t blame her. My passion became my obsession and is now my depression. In this position i can see the transition form my transaction of life for life. I can’t slow down too many wheels in motion. But i can no longer sense my devotion. Ive grown numb to things Ive done. I no longer hope for tomorrow. All i want is today to end. Ive grown tired of putting on a mask to hide my real emotion. She was never the reason or a solution. She was just who she was and i caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye which brought me like a moth to the flame. Some strange pulling of which you can never put to words. I want to be who i am but i don't know who that is. I'm going under. Please don’t harm her. Out of the darkness, into the light. You will see who i am. Don’t be scared. As it will do you no good. I'm already coming. The tears to follow are no longer hollow. No longer hollow. No longer hollow.
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I was feelin nastalgic...
I made this on my myspace in February. It was based on what some might call my "infamous past". Man that was one rough month. Granted i was a lil more emo bout things than I am now. But that experience has molded me just as much if not more than all the other months in this year.
All in all it was good and i dont think i would change it now if i had to choose.