Sunday, July 09, 2006
you care too much that you can't care any longer, cry so much that no tears would flow. i no longer want a new start, i just want all that i could have had back. what that could have been mine. this is when the believer doubts, and the faithful backslides.
i'm dying. to leave to wither in an enclosure no man would pass; as melodious as cello notes and more serene than the eye of the storm.
glittered
10:46 AM
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