love is a memory.

Mar 16, 2004 14:46


-- Another domestic disturbance that leaves me crying, weeping, bleeding for death. Heal my wounds into scars or kill me, because I can't go on like this. My crimson blood no longer feels crimson, because I've been trapped in the darkness for so long. It flows through me but it doesn't give any life. I long for my memories to fade, but I can't stop ( Read more... )

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rainsrequiem March 16 2004, 15:05:12 UTC
you should go back to the dorm and get some rest dear. *hugs*

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aldrig March 16 2004, 15:21:24 UTC
eh, like she'd let me.

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rainsrequiem March 16 2004, 15:23:23 UTC
she lets Ify and i sleep.

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aldrig March 16 2004, 15:41:37 UTC
k imma go back and sleep and then get up and do hw. nothing else.

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