People make me sick.
I have a morbid fasination for them.
They make me sick, but the few chosen help me once again to belive in human spirit & conciounce.
For that i thank them.
All the experiences i've had with people have once again.
I sit licking the wounds while a fresh stream of blood oozes from half-healed scars.
I hope someday these scars will heal and i'd forgive with my whole heart.
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wow, i hope that you can rise above it. but what the hell does this have to do with Communism?
NABE
2006-11-21 00:47:08