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Fragile 6:00 p.m. 2005-03-29 So the ship became the grave. Liar. You broke this view with razors and selfhate you shattered reality with a scream and a denial. You broke our hearts with your honesty and your indecision. You will kill us all but really its inevitable. Holly where has it gone and what will it become and dear god where is this going? How will this end and would it matter if i burnt it all for you? And Diane... the only question is what went down and what made this something to be afraid of? Regardless, I want you to know that I am tired of crawling after you in hopes of a glimpse and a smile. Its not a condemnations its just the way it is. back & forth |