Feb 04, 2004 02:35
in this dilapidated state, smothered in tranquilizers and ambiguous musings of corruption, thoughts linger where they shouldn't and your eyes water into the whitest of pillows, drilling the dejection in your veins . & the drowning is incessant, drowning always drowning in poor excuses and year old remorse, resolute concealments of your neglected
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i think you write too well.
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so very celialike. i adore.
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