Sunday, April 15, 2007
This time, April 14 is the new Friday 13. The most unthinkable; one impregnated with resentment. Nothing physical but with inner conflicts projected so clearly. Abuses hurled as i stayed rooted and dumb strucked, cursing myself silently as my lips were clamped shut not being able to retort and defend myself in any way. Do you hate me that much or are you just speaking gibberish. Either way, i care not. because i know. i know you have made tedious efforts to fabricate these. woe, be gone.
posted by Charis on Sunday, April 15, 2007
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