Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides, an inside and and an outside, so, how do you get to what its inside? How do you get whatas inside out? Once upon there was a very pretty girl who lived in a beautiful box and everybody loved her.
Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.
miércoles, 8 de abril de 2009
Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides, an inside and and an outside, so, how do you get to what its inside? How do you get whatas inside out? Once upon there was a very pretty girl who lived in a beautiful box and everybody loved her.
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