#129 Space is curved, I guess that makes time round. I'm living my history over again, Or at least that I've found. Time will always be round, But I don't know how this could happen. My suffering WILL end here, That I promised myself time and time again. I'm repeating my history, Repeating the history I despise. As if I would learn, Well look here, surprise, surprise. Caught in the Pop Rock society of today, I'm cornered once more. I'm caught bleeding internally, Festering like an open sore. Someone stop me please, I'm slowing falling into nothing. Falling ever so slowly over the edge, Damn, I wish I would hit something. Space is curved, Time is round. Time's gonna catch up to you, Or at least that's what I've found.
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Love Triangles SUCK
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