I should have seen this coming.
Feb. 27th, 2003 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2003-02-28 11:52 am (UTC)Oh, just... forget it Mill, all right? I'm being even more needlessly snappy than normal, I know that.
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Date: 2003-02-28 11:56 am (UTC)