Once again, I am sick.
The cure was just for a small piece of time.
But once again, I am broken, sick, and sorry.
Maybe i had it right before.
I hope once again, as soon as humanly possible, i become as cold as the moon that lights my page.
It's funny, how when you're sick, they call it a cold.
3:03 a.m. - 2007-09-16
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