Distortion
By torpid felon
A HEARTACHE OF DISTORTION DROWNS ANY LOGICAL IDEAS,NOTHING EVER FITS MY BROKEN PANE OF GLASS,ETERNAL FURY DOMINATES MY SHORT SPURT OF HAPPINESS, SCREAMS DROWNED BY THE HARMONY OF UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE, A SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF SMILES ARE STORED IN MY HEAD, MY HEART BEATS ARE LIKE A CLOCK TICKING AWAY TIME.01, Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 08:04 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"A HEARTACHE OF DISTORTION DROWNS ANY LOGICAL IDEAS,NOTHING EVER FITS MY BROKEN PANE OF GLASS,ETERNAL FURY DOMINATES MY SHORT SPURT OF HAPPINESS, SCREAMS DROWNED BY THE HARMONY OF UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE, A SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF SMILES ARE STORED IN MY HEAD, MY HEART BEATS ARE LIKE A CLOCK TICKING AWAY TIME.01, ..."