Finally I become what people expected of me.
A shadow, a whisper, a ghost.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
Prison
My own mind has become my prison. Locked up and in for life. It's here I sit and think about you every waken second and from where I can't reach you, touch you or say I love you
-Nicholas
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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