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- 5:24 p.m. 2004-09-29 This is the taste of hopelessness kissing these lips as i am crumbling into weary forgetfulness. This smile is my fragility and the way my eyes darken with the coming of the night because i have nothing to hold on to... there is no hope for tomorrow and love seems so dramatic and uninteresting. Humanity is growing quiet and simplistic and entirely useless. I need nothing more than these cigarettes and the music that surrounds me in hazes of euphoria... and this is not enough... i am... helpless and hopeless and tomorrow will be the same back & forth |