My story is my past. Dreams and memories i write at last. My past may haunt and tear my heart. As i blur what is fiction and what is fact. I open my heart to love and lies. So that one day i can be free of my past. When i am free at last, i will smile as i die. Then my corpse will turn to dust. So i can finally, fly and cry and dance.
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Jan 29, 2012 08:14PM
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