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26 October 2007 @ 09:48 pm
I sort of miss writing in a electronic journal.
 
 
zing!
14 January 2007 @ 09:10 pm
All that I embodied is now forgotten, under the ashes you threw away.
What I had been was nothing
What I am is nothing more.

And I come back time to time.

Looking for something.
Words.
Or archaic symbols to remind me.

But the rooms are covered in dust.
And there is nothing here.
But ink on the walls, covered in betrayal


FRIENDS ONLY.
Comment please.


old journal: [info]carpediem_
 
 
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Love and Communication - Cat Power
 
 
 
 

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