miércoles, 19 de mayo de 2010


I cannot walk. cannot draw, cannot eat, cannot read.
I cannot speak, cannot think, or even breathe.
Because you're doing everything with every single part of me; you're turning my light off, you're getting me busy.
You're cosuming me, erasing me, you're wantoning all my battery away,
it's almost low.

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