She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
I've been trying to find my voice, the moment is now. Say the things that need to be said. Shed this image of what you think I am, of what I have been, to become what I will be. I will be free. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I stand frozen as time passes me by once again.
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