i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
2003-02-07 - 8:05 a.m.
charity, ENDS. you are not my friend- i put up with you for the sake of my partner. you say you read this? its the last you'll read from MY computer, MY screen, you are over, you have gone too far. no he is not on your side about this, you lost us both- say goodbye.
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