Jan 17, 2006 13:41
And after all is said and done, there are no miracles.
Friends lie,
People change.
Beauty fades.
The ghost of yourself comes back to haunt you.
The nights are cold and long when spent alone.
And I will always be alone....
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Love is a catastrophe, to quote a title.
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