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Saturday, June 17, 2006 4:32 PM

fear.

is a word that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that even honey cannot remove.

those dotted lines on my knee.

symbols of perforation to come.

terror rises up.

dilated pupils.

i wonder how next thursday will be.

loved ;





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