Asking for directions
to happyland
These little pills in the
palm of my hand,
Still white success story
It's in my blood
I can feel my heart race
Here comes the flood,
The map of the city
cross that I bear
She's screaming her own name
Can't seem to care,
I fear nothing and none
the pain is gone
I'm happy with no face
Raven to swan.
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Written November 11th, 2005
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hmm slightly confusing, but i think that is how it is suppose to be bc it is the emotion protrayed. confusion of maybe who you are . nice write keep it up

