Monday, October 16, 2006
We're all slaves to circumstances, some more so than others, and I don't know about you, but that makes me feel rather claustrophobic.
Even that pink tinge cannot block out the sensation, of that invisible grime of the past.
I wish you knew, I wish you knew just how much grief that had caused me. You are free to do or think whatever you want, but it's all been done, you know? I wish she knew.
she procrastinated @ 23:48 |
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