Friday, September 08, 2006
It's almost time, it's nearing soon.How I grief, how I
laugh
It had to be, it had to come.
Not that I could prevent, not that I could hide.
That facade of mine, that facade of mine.
The voice breaks, the sound remains.
Floating, abyss.
Fly, be gone,
away.
What should I do, what do I do?
Fate, lead on. Path,
carries on.
Alone? Alone.
Not by chance, not by
fate.
By guts, by thought.
Chance, fate. Will it?
Almost.
-js-
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