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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
the glass
Thr fracture splits me. Holding myselft together. Cooling so I dont explode. Holding myself together. Yet the fracute starts to split. The crack becomes more prominate. The glass brecks.
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twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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