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Mar 28, 2003 18:48

The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive
Trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh
The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave further but chained still

To crumble into such nothingness
A despairing fate, for your lies
To pretend is the lunatic's legacy
Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy

Born lifeless into a world of coma
As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost

Still. Matt (some kid with a mohawk who I've been hanging out with too much) broke 3 knuckles punching a car door. What a moron..

You're supposed to hit the window.

I hope T comes for this lovely break.
Matt might come too. I honestly don't know if I can deal with Matt for 9 days. He's young and jumpy. I know T and I can have no problem over 9 days. If Matt were here, I'd probably end up killing him. (with the help of my faithful sidekick, T)
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