I congratulate you, oh everyday, and applaud you mediocre, and status quo, you get a standing ovation. you've finally dragged her out of me. It's what you wanted, isn't it? it's what they meant, na? after years of fight, of hope, of tinier and tinier spark, i think you've finally done it.
My poetry is near dead.happy?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
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passing cloud, wt...:)
i seriously doubt it!!
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