Nov 06, 2002 20:02
We are setting out on diffrent roads...this cold truth, this terriable traffic regualtion ('You, Madam, to the left-and you, Sir, to the right) is just the beginning of the seperation which is death itself...and i know the thing i want is exactly the thing i can never get...and greif still feels like fear....
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