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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Friday, November 22, 2002
so it's true. a broken past brings a creviced future. and all i wanted was selfish. so for once i'll do what's best and let you slip through my weakened fingers. whatever words that may have made me stumble, i hope you know i am more than a broken voice. the door was open because you were worth it. i can't wait any longer, but if you knock, i will answer.
i still think of you fondly.
[the above is not meant to be artistry]
1:59 AM
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