Oct 08, 2004 22:58
Thirty Seven was the hour when I broke my will.
It was the hour when truth became a lie.
It was the hour I loathed.
The hour I suffered.
The hour I wondered if there was a person under this mask of departure.
I doubt it, I really do.
I'm drowning
I'm sedate.
I'm an advocate of turmoil.
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ishmael MAY or MAY NOT have gotten you the coolest present of your lifetime in philly today.
i'm sure the anticipation will kill you :)
sincerely,
Avalon
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