March 2009
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We’ll fly like angels and fall like ashes; doomed to wander this sleepless earth for eternity. Jaded and broken, our wings seem to droop. Ennui, oh ennui, come break my sweet sorrow. The sunset merely brings another secret smile, masked by an otherworldly tear… But don’t you dare forget me when I’m gone… I’ll know.
Mar 21st