"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
January 04, 2007
The mind weaves stories, when it experiences surreal. Frightened, mad, darkly depressive. Webs of deceit, passionate love fall into its embrace.
The Normal can't write more than a few words of their pitiful existence.
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