It's gone.
Over.
Relinquished.
I am not lost. I am found in my hatred. For living.
Time will welcome arrant hearts. Those that never had a home in the life before this.
It wants. It becomes. All that I can be waits there in the dark like a flame undone.
I've found my poison. All that's left to do is take it.
Saturday
1/28/2006 12:18:00 AM
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