the excuses are used and the reasons are strung. this selfish melancholy that drives me back to 1984 and takes me places i know all too well, leaves me despising myself and repenting in dust and ashes. woe to the longing of self. woe to the satisfaction that never comes. the girl in the back clothes herself in the prettiest garments and paints her
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I wrote a line when I saw sixteen that really stuck with me: "Love is a a snowy white lie that melts away to tears as we fall."
So that should clear up any mystery of my screen name!
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"things change like the snow on the eve of spring. I know, but do you, do we have to?"
thanks for the clearing up of that one... i was actually going to ask about it sometime.
so much for the mystery. :)
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