Afternoons run for cover and full moons just wonder
I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain I desire
Till you get to me on my morningside

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Monday, December 1, 2008, 11:55 PM

There's nothing left here anymore









I'm sick. Down with terrible migrane, but who's here to care anyway?



Who am I to you? Sometimes I really wonder, followed by a hard laugh at myself. All those things you'd never know.