February 3, 2009
i wish i could play every song that came into my head. but it doesnt always work like that. They come and go. come and go. away. but some stick and some will just fade away. we can only listen and wait. we can only listen and write. write what you feel   but when the feeling is dead. the music is gone.

i wish i could play every song that came into my head.

but it doesnt always work like that.

They come and go.

come and go.

away.

but some stick and some will just fade away.

we can only listen and wait.

we can only listen and write.

write what you feel 

 but when the feeling is dead.

the music is gone.

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