leave, leave, leave. whisper, whispering of the trees and the air around me is crackling, crackling with electricity. my hair is standing on end, my limbs are standing on end.
i am standing, standing still.
clad in someone else, it's only my body. only my body. i told someone once, "nothing else matters. no other relationship can even compare. it's all secondary. an entertainment. a fucking distraction."
nothing's changed since then. and when he says it's time, then...
it's time.
12:14 a.m. - 2005-09-12
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