There seems to be an outward damnation for me drawn from my deliberate thoughts about death.
Though it sometimes scares the hell out of me, i really can't help but think of how my hours would begin to toll out.
Most of the times, it feels like my clock has been ticking twice as fast than before.
Self-inflicted torments of the heroine.
Sigh.
share a life with me. draw with me. play with me. sing with me. read with me.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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