2005-05-10 / 9:04 p.m.
far gone

laying in an empty bed in empty arms all that's there are hallow shells of beings. nothing that means more than the moment, words speak only a seconds truth, and hearts race only for the ride. its desperate this craving for a touch, but it's only skin deep, flesh on flesh being the closest we will be. desolate fucks never cured the lonely.

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