Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 127 Do you have those days when every dirty thing you�ve done comes at you? At this very moment, every lurid detail of every night spent not sleeping has crept into my head. I know that when I slip into bed, my head will be full of tongues and hands, hard and soft. I�ll remember promises granted and unkept, and whispered lies. 8:18 p.m. - 2002-12-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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