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Saturday, December 10, 2005
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....I sit upon rooftop.... poised for disarray.... frozen incandescent drop sitting utop cheek as i look upon this frozen world.... ice raining from above.... chilling embrace upon my skin.... nobody said this wouldnt hurt.... they expect me to leave my perch.... but where am I to run....? No friends.... nobody that cares.... Nowhere to run.... trapped forever....
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