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Feb 26, 2004 15:56

It's here, in the dark and cold that I sometimes wake reaching for something...someone I'm not sure who. Two sets of eyes look at me one brown/blue and another brown/amber. They stare from the darkness, waiting and waiting and waiting for something. I don't know what. Don't want to know what. I want them to go away. Both of them. I want to ( Read more... )

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