Bliss; pushing away plates at every meal.

Dec 21, 2003 22:50

Drink red wine, and we'll be fine. Won't you starve my hates tonight, won't you starve my loves? Hold my hand, whisper underneath the crush; we are sickness, we are sickness. And it becomes us, unfurls itself across the bed spread. The sheets turn dark, deep red, crimson, and then we bleach them black with fake hellos that stain the sky and watch ( Read more... )

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Don't worry, be happy. allangelsfall December 23 2003, 01:28:39 UTC
You shouldn't be so down. You remind me of me ::Shiver:: You have a lot going for you, and you are a great person, good things happen to good people (I'm discluded from that law though, so don't turn it around on me.)

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