Only Music Leaves an Echo . . .

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I'm sad...
I try everything to forget you...
I cut myself...
I cry...
I bang my head on the table...
I bash my keyboard...
I shout 'Fuck' when my mother's at home...

I don't know how to forget you...
I just can't...
I sit on my table for half an hour thinking what I can do...
I can't think of anything...

I was told to give up...
It's not my fault...
It lies in my heart...

--Wayne at 9:27 PM