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Jun 29, 2004 02:25

The walls don't press in as hard when you can't see them.

All I am is what I am. I lived 7 lives at once... I was power in the extacy of death. I was God to a god. Now... I'm trapped. On a roof. Just one roof. In this time, in this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf.

You don't worship me at all, do you?
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