in the middle of the night these are things that float to mind.
i tried to stop them, but i was helpless.
they pressed on, young and unaware of the damage they were doing.
and later they tried to me point to the bodies.
the dead lay in hidden rooms, in that house i had never seen.
i stepped outside, i tried to escape. but my mind wouldn't let me.
and you shouldn't have kissed me, in any context. not in that house, not anywhere, and not the way you did.
for that, i don't think i'll call you.
not even on this side of things.
10:40 p.m. - 2003-02-13
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