Nov 03, 2005 23:57
Hate is Love in a way only friends show,
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Clashing hearts,
Yet one of a kind.
Crucified words
To the point that nothing...
Means something.
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ugh, im @ IA right now, working as the information services rep for model UN. yay internet though! :) call me later?
thanks again :) you rock.
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