Feb 01, 2009 21:22
i mourned the death of something that was never alive tonight. i wept and wailed for an ending that was never begun. i ripped apart the bindings of a book that was never written. i exhaled the hot breath of a fire that had never been kindled.
and i will always, always want for something i will never have.
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feeling disconsolate certainly makes me more textually verbose.
glad to see that you're *still* around.
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