the bright artificial light gives me a magnificant headache, but it's a very comforting headache. I almost lost myself in the rhelm of darkness, in between the sandman and my ever waking dead fans.
The chimes on my fan go back and forth, and tell me you're both here. That butterfly flickers from one slight knock to the opposite direction. I hardly thought it was the airconditioning.
That sinking feeling of something behind me, agonizing muscle spams of warning...,
I feel you hurt for me. Forgive me? Judgement day has yet to arrive, and I am still pleading.
My heart betrayed my soul.
Mei pectoris palpito cum tui redarguo demulceo quod ego nolui confuto amplexus tu.
10:53 p.m. - 2003-09-03
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