Setting Traps In A Relational Context, by Tim Pozzi |
i'm finally ready to shed this skin. but my next of kin won't even open the door the gate stays put; bitter resentment within. funny how the games go, forward... and forward... and... well, i give up on hoping you'll make the backwards glance, and understand that if i was all you had, would you notice? |
Posted: 2008-07-03 20:41:38 UTC |
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