Saturday, February 14, 2009
Log0003
Huh. Each day begins with such ill fated people on the edge of lunacy, products of years of frustration. Within each story of these people there exists a girl. That girl, the girl that lives and resides deep in the mind and heart, so perfect in her imperfections and to our fate, she ignores us. She fails to recognize our existence.
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