Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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All that I said was true Give me some time give me some room. All that I said was true.All that I meant was good.All that I could was to define the lack.
Enough said, once and never again.Because the truth waits.My conversation dried up as if it was dead.(I'm playing dead.)And now I feel better curling up inside my private tortures.This wasn't supposed to happen,I was happy by myself with my dolls.But it happened, it happened.