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No Soul
8:26 p.m. 2005-10-09

The boat is out as the tide to your catastrophe sinks and collapses. All words aside, the complex and beautiful, the fragility of human souls to hold this transendence. All of that in the past and present doesn't matter the honesty does and its time to play for keeps. I'll sit here until the day you wake up. So go. Its time to dream of her breath on the glass as the train passes by. Its time to forgive, forget and burn away. Its time to... time to wake up from the nightmare and the dream and realize that the entertwining of terror and jubilation is the full extent of the human condition. Its time to look inside.

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