| | I sit and stare again. Why does it have to be this way? Such little things I get joy from, mostly colors. I'm not even allowed that. If there is a hell, I must be somewhere in it. I've got a little bit left, like one bit of silver glitter left before a shower the next day. How can I go from so happy to where I am? I'm stuck here, no way out for a while. Please make it okay forever, I can't do it much longer. The shadows and voice are back. The brilliantly claret voice. I don't want to listen, but something in the crimson wonders compels me to. Soon, everything will be in that sanguine haze.
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| | Posted 8/29/2006 8:22 PM - 15 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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