To Dream, To Die

I think my situation is finally sinking in.
I wish I wasn't stuck inside of this pathetic skin.

To dream, to die
Is it all the same?
A limbo where I
only whisper your name...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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February 6, 2010 at 10:19 PM
When you can still whisper someone's name that means you're still believing in hope. Hopeless is nameless in disguise. This is a unique one, Jessica. Nice sharing this.(^_^) Noel N. Villarosa
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