Written4-6-09 @ 6:08pm
I wish my eyes were made of glass,
so that in sadness,
I could break them.
written 0-27-03 @ 11:03pm
The only way I can vividly remember a faded memory is with evidence. A painfully pleasant experience. God, I miss you. Where are you? Did I chase you away? I need some miracles here.
written 11-28-03 at 7:30pm
My mind is the only tool I have against the world.
Writeen 11-29-03 @ 11:49pm
Dreams are the only things we truly own. They are our perfect worlds. Dreams are our wishes. Nightmares are our fears. We can have everything and lose everything. But can we really handle it?
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