To live day after day being told that you know nothing. It breeds and festers thought. Never forgetting. Harboring the pain. In a dark and cold place. No beacon to guide. You have pulled far too many tears from my eyes. All of you. From their safety, exposing them to the evil darkness.
But your words hold no weight with me now.
written on 2003-03-10 at 2:15 p.m.
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