Heartscapes
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Rain and Gloom
Each passing day hold no meaning for me. Every passing second seemingly blurs my life into oblivion.
I tremble,
I long,
I ache.
Life hurts. Living is scary. Love is the culprit.
Each passing day hold no meaning for me. Every passing second seemingly blurs my life into oblivion.
I tremble,
I long,
I ache.
Life hurts. Living is scary. Love is the culprit.
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