  THIS DOESN'T MATTER. I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE! It's like playing the same cd over and over and you up hating just the first song because its the only one you listen to, and you just let the rest p l a y p l a y p l a y and I miss you, horribly I let the word roll across my tongue, so it sounds like I don't mean it. It's like seeing the mirror, seeing me and the darkness that disturbs me residing under my eyes. I stare with hatred at this one dimentional creature and the mirror cracks like lightning... broken, the bad luck already written across the palm of my hand, the palm I press against you, pushing you away. It leaves a stain, and I cry myself to sleep. Ironic, the connection, the falling rain falling down my face. singing me to sleep. yes:::::::::::::::::::::: s l e e p. I wonder who 'you' is. It could be you It could be the one.
or it could be HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED {ha ha, harrypotter} because we just don't want to talk about it. You wonder if its YOU don't you? Sometimes it is. A lot of times it is, but you can't differentiate, and it doesn't matter anyway. There is a reason you don't know who you are. You can't make the connections, the things you know about me. Do you really know anything about me? You. do. You know too much, and yet still not enough My maze {ha ha! } perhaps you are lost.... of course you are, this is my maze and I don't even know where I am. 
