damned
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Your eyes used to shine with the stars,
Like constellations in the night.
Now they flicker with uncertainty,
Dimness…
Like a firefly slowly dying,
Losing its spark.
What used to be, isn’t.
damned. forced to live in linear time without the benefit of linear thought. - 04/05/1995 2:15am - kenneth p rougeau jr
Sometimes I care so much it hurts
So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia
I'm running from my inner demons
It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia
I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
