I could just drop the world as of now. Let the curtain fall in front of this fool taking her final bow. She doesn�t want to be in love, or taken advantage of. In giving up, she wouldn�t hurt anymore, becoming one of many jagged stones on a colorless shore. Perhaps there�s nothing left for her in this mediocre life. Maybe her flesh just misses the cold point of a knife. I can imagine it�d be nice for her to feel again, instead of dreaming things up from the tip of a pen. And though all is fair in love and war, I think it�s time to find something more.
7:17 a.m. - 2004-06-11
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