in the day we are respectable, our lives very differently run in the night we are a posse until the rise of the sun we are in search of, in search of what im not sure but i know it seems my apple is no long pure till my stomach begins to growl i am trapped in the night but its a peacful fun trap that i can see in sight till dawns early light degenerating into day yeah, we'll be back anyway in the night i am happy, in the day i am lost i see you and it seems we have our wires crossed from someday by sugar ray to enter sandman and limp ignoring the nightly visit by lexie's pimp and knowing what i will do with out a fight i smile and leave and enter the nightBirth sign: Aries
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