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8:32 p.m. 2003-06-20

Tears kept inside, at the price of pride. You can see them there, can't you, locked up tight, the pristine glow of a thousand healing tears making my eyes liquid gold? Is that why you say my eyes are sad? Because i don't know... hah you're the only ones to notice

What do i do when every word hurts you? Cuz i can't stand having you right here, and i feel dead when you're not near. Either way i lose.

-Paradox, Creation Theory.

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