My souls been ripped into and torn apart. All my secrets (dark or not) have
been spilled, every last emotion has been revealed. I can't bear to look at
myself anymore,
I've gotten so ugly.
There is no more mystery behind my eyes. Nothing at all or that of
compelling attraction.
I can't fell love, I can't fear death;
The angels aren't singing and the demons aren't laughing.
My inner most...the deepsest casm of my spirit lives no more, and neither do
I.

May 25, 2003

 
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