May 12, 2004

On top of the world, I'm sitting here wishing
the things I've become, that something is missing.
Maybe I...
What do I know?


On my own..
Well, I'm about to be.
What a terrifying and utterly horrific thought.

I love you. You're nothing old, darling.
They're just little words, you see.
We've been through this a thousand times.

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