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*VIVA VOCE.
06.23.03 @ 8:42 pm the rain pounds down on daisy-lined roadways. windshields swish to a symphony of terror-stricken guilt that keeps up with the racing of my heart. headlights beaming and all i can see through the storm is the way to my death. tires push hopelessly on towards a watery grave (take the turnpike and meet me at exit nine). fragments and shards of what i once loved now come racing head on. crash the fucking car out of pity for what you never were to me. all i had to lose was nothing. << >> SN–— M |