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the same 11:42 p.m. 2004-12-20 Behind the dark glass that obscured your soul was it clear to everyone that you were something special? Was the steel in your voice real or imagined a metaphor or a coincidence? Solace and solitude shattered the silence of this paradoxial purgatory. Beneath the semblance of good and evil, past this facade of ethical living we are all the same beings. God invented suicide. My insanity is a choice a decision made in the alleys behind your house where everythign went down for real. I've become the incarnation of everything you held evil and the tragic consequence of everything that went numb. Behind our lies we are all the same thing back & forth |