ruminations

Oct 29, 2005 22:24

Freedom from this fickle fighting world is a hard thing to come by, there are many places to look: a bottle a syringe a burning spoon a song a lovers embrace. There're all these places but freedom, not escape, can't be found in any of them. the conlcusion though seems to be in death, but not an unnatural death. Freedom can't be rushed ( Read more... )

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onetoomany_ams October 30 2005, 08:00:20 UTC
you know, you can call me any time. i don't like seeing (reading?) you like this. then again, maybe it's selfish of me to want you to call me. i don't know much of anything anymore either. but i don't like knowing that you feel this way. so call me, please. i really am a good listener when i'm not being a bitch to try and hide the truth of my own petty insecurities. even if you don't want to talk, it's good to know someone cares about you. at least, that's what you once told me, and i've found it to be true more times than i want to count.

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hurricanestreet November 14 2005, 03:15:36 UTC
cigs are gross dont smoke them =[. lol its alice new name add meeeeeeee

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