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Confessions

okay, so i lied..

 

my heart never actually "died"

 

no..

 

its still here

 

and beating from what i can hear

 

its heavy

 

not with guilt

 

not with regret

 

not with anything that we will ever forget..

 

what's my point?

 

I'm not sure

 

just killing time with a random selection of words

 

though time is immortal

 

so in my attempts at murdering something that will not die

 

I'm only wasting mine

 

time that is...

 

tick-tock...

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Dec 6, 2010
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