a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








a wish to forget


...and I remember you promised me that whenever I looked at the moon, I'd see your face.

memories are streaming down my face now, like tears. I want to be hypnotized. I don't want to remember any of it anymore. I want to start over, never having known the pain.

I keep wishing on stars, and nothing is coming true, God please grant my wishes tonite.


written on 2002-12-18 at 12:54 a.m.

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