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February 20, 2007
i should be quick to throw myself into the ravine, but what is keeping my shoes so fixed to the pavement?
i can only hope that i have not yet met. i am not that old; but i can only speak for my flesh. i have seen more than i ever wanted to; so why do i thirst?
i sat in the library today and wondered who wrote all of those books. i wondered how many lives were poured into those volumes.. i watched the shelves and realized that we are all just books,
you cannot change the color of your own spine.