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Begin forwarded message:
From: Saskia Davies <saaaskiea@aim.com>
Date: June 2, 2009 9:33:19 PM PDT
To: "saaaskiea@aim.com" <saaaskiea@aol.com>
Subject: Above it all I see nothing,
Above it all I see nothing,
And below I see you.
As I slip you laugh, and I watch yellow wrap around my hands.
How is it so? That i know
You'll leave?
I've been waiting so long for things to slid farther and if's happened.
The blue is lifting my legs.
I'm dying don't you know?
Your off again,
I'm home again. It's all falling into place.
Can't some one wake me from my frozen state, no apparently not.
Green is coming and I'm pressing my hands to my ears.
This is not happening, all voices are failing and i'm still siting against my wall screaming.
The sheets are off my bed, and you are no where in sight,
They minutes are off the clock, where are you to set time staight?
The waves are coming again, and they roll over me too, there is no stopping now. Prevention like taking a pill, I've lost the package and given in.
Why so empty? Why so quiet? Why so tired? Why the long face? Why the anger? Why the screaming? Why the hurt?
Burnt orange from the days I layed in the sun. It's peeling back all the layers. The bricks are gone.
I'm going to lay, fall, copy and shape. Babe take me from these jaws and make me better, please tell me you know I'm sick.
I luv u 2
Gonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegoneyourgonegoneimlostlostgonegonegonegone
Fuck it.
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