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- 7:17 p.m. 2003-10-02 Bitter regrets and forgotten dreamscapes bleed into repetitive disorder. Broken cycles repeat themselves even as life burns by without reasoning. There's no pattern here, just never ending technicolor landscapes. Time stretches and condenses according to levels of pleasure. And now that I'm hating everything even if its temporary, time couldn't take longer to pass by. I hate tonight.... things may look better tomorrow, but i doubt it.. I love you and I'm sorry when these things I say aren't what you want to hear. I don't want to hurt you. You're beautiful |