Once in a while, after life has been passing you by, you're forced to wake up. Your dreams fade, and life seems to go on without taking your shattered heart into account.
But there is always hope.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Isn't it ironic... the tears I was searching for so hard last night finally found themselves this morning at just the moment I absolutely could not shed them. Now that I'm ready to cry them away again, they won't come. I'm not sure exactly how else to relieve myself of some of this stress.
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