Trapped I hate this town. Everyday is just another day. Another day of living without being alive. There is no solace in solitude. Its purgatory more than anything else. Wish these clouds would throw a rope down and float me out of here. Then rain me down on an unknown town. And when I touchdown on that asphalt, I hope someone will be waiting. I hope she has red hair. I hope she smells like fresh cookies. Or like a spring breeze. I hope that I still have a future when I get out of this cage of a town.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 04:13:03 +0000
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