nothing to say, running away.

By Ash on February 16, 2008 8:25 AM | | Comments (0)

'Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble and less than it seems, why bother bothering, just for a poem or another sad song to sing' - Emilie Autumn, The Art of Suicide
I have nothing to say
I'm running away
take your place in the queue
someday, one day, I'll get to you

Emilie Autumn's poems and music here. Cover of Billie Holliday's Crazy, He Calls Me, here. Faces Like Mine here.

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