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Mar 27, 2005 14:30

When I look at her, I see someone else. Not the most beautiful soul, but a dark one. And even though my life is changing drastically, at a pace that is exceptionally faster than I am ready to take on; my care is not there. Because for reasons that I am unsure of, I'd rather be alone. As if I am running on a tredmill; going and going
nowhere.


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