I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Friday, January 14, 2005
Mood
Smashed dreams and empty hands - all that's left.
Spicy memories..., oh, they're hurting so awfully...
I feel I'm falling.
Falling on the edge of life.
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