I think this is my cue to leave Live Journal to the wayside.
its been fun hanging out here but I need to get out.
Thanks for everything.
- Chase
Like a friend in a cloud
With howling woe.
After night I do croud.
And with night I will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
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