Saturday 1/28/2006 12:18:00 AM

It's gone.



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.

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