It's like when you live a life, being promised a consolation prize and you never get a thing.
It's like looking back on a memory, a painstaking memory. Never being able to let go of the past. Never being able to let go of a hope, a hope that holds no promise.
It's not forcible rape, it's forcible life.
written on 2003-05-23 at 1:33 p.m.
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