frost_incarnate (
frost_incarnate) wrote2003-02-27 11:47 am
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I should have seen this coming.
I should have, but somehow I did not.
I have nothing to say. There are no words left. I picked up my violin, but there was no music to play, only noise, and I am not surprised because I think that nothing beautiful can come of this.
I regret nothing.
Every word I spoke, every deed I did, I would do again.
What does that make me?
I have nothing to say. There are no words left. I picked up my violin, but there was no music to play, only noise, and I am not surprised because I think that nothing beautiful can come of this.
I regret nothing.
Every word I spoke, every deed I did, I would do again.
What does that make me?
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Oh, just... forget it Mill, all right? I'm being even more needlessly snappy than normal, I know that.
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