Monday, 21 December 2009

Sleep Is For The Weak. Crying Is For The Brave.

Learning to trust you is eating me up
Being with you makes me love you more
Thinking about it makes me want to die
Loving you makes me want to live

Why sleep now when you can sleep when you're dead? It's a waste of precious thinking time.

I wish I could sleep instead of think.

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