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11:37 a.m. 2004-03-12

What's the significance of childbearing privileges on walls of broken glass. Prisoners of the war you wage with the heart of the fallen regard this all from a distance and realize you're only involved to a certain extent, despite the hallucinagenic nature of self torment we are all made up of the same worthless heartbreak gag and destroy me baybee.

Reckless reminders of past ruined relationships garner the souls of those least expected. Exempted by fate and preempted by tragedy we stand alone on the top of this dark building. Broken pictures pile up and light a match beneath the times we remembered everything. Lost sense illusions traced in fading footsteps of strangers who changed our lives

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