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6:36 p.m. 2004-11-14

Selective consent and the stain of dye on your hands is a constant reminder of the days we spent in love. But the essense of this matter is that stars curve across skylines as lives pass us by. Your heart in my hands meant everything but you holding my soul was terrifying. ANd it turned out for the worst. Anyway....

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