Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Broken Smile. Now there is no reality. Not here. It's all blurred, the last seven hours, lost in the ever changing ties of my habits, and songs that have floated in and out of my head, and the pushing, nail biting. The thinking doesn't stop. I can't help but laugh. This must seem like such a plea, maybe. Was I like this last year around this time? The wanderlust kicked up by the heat? You know I believe no one now? I'd like to learn what stable means. 7:57 p.m. - 2003-07-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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