I don't know if it was from you that I learned how strange and sad life can be.
this is with a brain almost fully aware, pulsing like a heart with the futility that is eternal.
everyday.
each pulse
a singular ache, another pound of pressure on an already neurotic soul.
certain moments stand in stead of the increasing effect-
moments which only come to me ceaselessly at night.
au revoir
Friday, April 3, 2009
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