Pieces Of Pain

About Me

Deprive Me Feeling deprived, Of what? Nothing. Wide eyed and beautiful, I cry. I see my world, And it is crumbling Around me. To recreate an essence Of life? My soul Is full Of atrophy. But an infant, Beginning to learn, With new eyes, I see.
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August 14th, 2004

Shifting and moving and I'm back here

Posted by Rain at 07:38 PM on August 14, 2004.

I know this is annoying but I moved again to here. I'll try to stick to one place. Heh.

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