Hallo.

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite, 'Fool,' said my Muse to me; 'look in thy heart and write.'
- P Sidney.

You pull at the strings, but they're broken it seems...The dance isn't over for me, my love.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

._.

"Please take care of yourself.  I don't know how long I have."
Yeah.  And then there's /her/.
I don't know what's wrong with her.  I'n such a suck-ish relation.  God.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttttttttttts.
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