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09/08/2007
Weathered and worn.
Tried and torn.
I don't see the light.
I can't see why.
The tunnel is dark and wet.
Desperately eyed.
Tried and retried.
An end has surely been met.
09/13/2007
In this time of fire and madness, it seems my words were fuel to the flames. My lips dripping of butane
and alcohol, sounds released cause the chaos to spiral upward taking with it all i hold dear and would
rely upon.
10/16/2007
Memories dance across my mind like ripples in a pond. They chase each other around, feeding off
each other.
Words and images send me down the spiral. At the bottom, i see myself looking back. He doesn't see
me. He doesn't like me. I don't think it l can handle it.