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Thursday, June 19, 2008
This dire need for some sort of reciprocation; Go on, cast the ball back my way. This dire thirst for... whatever it is, will be the death of me.To be complete within oneself. Seems easier said than done eh?And the constellations spiral out of orbit, each deflecting into its own eternal hell within an unforgiving vacuum. Tender yet impartially cruel.I no longer know what I want anymore. Frivolous fancies occupy my thoughts, yet practicality binds me down. I guess you can't have the best of both worlds, can you? Best to put on blinkers and trudge straight down.No on but me will be the death of me.
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