there is somethin' strange about this night... although i'm qualifyin' it so probably in the most inappropriate time n' you must believe me when i say so. the distant memories pilin' up once again or might be just the wideness of my sleeplessness. some of them looked so far... it was a little hard for me to accept for a while that every one of them was actually a part of my own life. it was a bit different for me to just think about all the times when i waited... n' rememberin' it was fun... probably more so because now... i don't .
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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