Set You On The Glass.

[requiemofsouls]

It's 4:45...I've been staring at this Livejournal page for 15 minutes, and I have absolutely nothing to say. I can't write, because nothing comes to me. My imagination is blocked by this powerful barricade, I've got this sort of rage building up in my soul. This rage appertaining to my past, my present, and this uncertainty looming over my

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[x_deathofme]

now you know how i feel :)
and instead of went dont you mean vent?
you can vent to me. i'd love it.