Oh well...
By Neurosine
Shedding the skins I worked hard to believe, now their existence is baggage to me. Emphatic with morals, riddled with lies, luckily this time, I got out with my life. Nothing in this place deserves my belief. I just knew you'd be the last to deceive. wrong in the heart and wrong in the mind, I'm supposed to just drop it and leave it behind. Somehow I still find that it all follows me. Emphatically claiming that this can not be.Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 06:23 AM PST, Neurosine personal • angst
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"Shedding the skins..."