Sunday Jul 28, 2002

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I've told her that I've cried my last tear for her. The well is dry; there are no more tears left to cry. But still she persists, casting about me with her divining rod, searching for some hidden pool of pure emotion, to slake her thirst for misery.
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vdrak80:
the masked marvel was not here. I, Vdrak80 has filled in for him to say that he will be back sometime in the next decade, I think...
vervain______:
i changed those eyes before i would say i saw the background and it mattered now
your eyes and the pain of trying to find something
maybe yourself
it's bitter, the boy changing into the man.

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