I seem lost in the world of my friends words. I couldnt explain it if I tried, because self pity never gave me good reasons why. I beckoned to my dreams and they discretely hid in the shadows. If I lay in my bed long enough, I can hear your whispers of something in tomorrow, I just cant sit there long enough to tell you if I'm free.
It's all possibility...
maybe...
I just want to say the Bruce Hanglider is my good friend and whatever he says is undisputed truth.
Thank you and now I am going to think.
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