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May 29, 2006 17:11

for the single most arrogant moment where you shut all beings out of vision then you are left staring blankly at the asbestos covered ceiling; did you ever wonder past these walls real life can be exposed only at the touch of your fingers. Everything relies on me; so much pressure. Alone and imbecilic; what is the cure for shot-down romance and sappy friendships. The question to be answered lies between doorways of different realms; is it possible to regain so much with limited time beneath my feet?

the flip of a coin reads heads or tails.
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