it was painful speaking to you. not even in person; online. the level of tension, and what cannot be said or spoken is killing me. i guess you noticed the change in my nickname at the very least.
i hear your voice on the line but it doesnt stop the pain.
Saturday, September 13, 2003
If i have no other virtue, I at least have the permanent novelty of free, uninhibited sensation.
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