Monday, February 06, 2006

ENDS

Here lies the third of eight goodbyes. I can't help mourning the people that have slipped through my fingers. Never again.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I demand monetary units (perhaps gold) payed to me for my excellent posing and make-up skills! hahahaha

Sad days, long times passed, wishes to rehold, recount, relive these sad memories, now turned so utopian in our worlds of dark dark secularism and lonelyness.

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