othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hold it down No power to correct it. Things just happen. And time passes. Everything fades. Fuck. There is something warm and true, something inside. I wake up with the sun beating on my body, and I know that some things don't degrade, some things don't change. Some things ARE forever. Just don't be a boy and try to force it. Don't ask for anything large. Confidence and calloused airs- haughty and bitter and true- imagined and forced- the strain of the unrealized fantasy slivers its way through me. unhappiness stems not from you, but from time change 8:08 p.m. - 2002-03-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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