august 1st, 2002 / 6:09 p.m.

is this how it's gonna be, she asked me, as the tears fell, cascading like white water rapids, rapidly breaking me down, i'm sorry i said, but there's not room for both of us in this town. it's a western and we're dueling with words not guns cause guns kill. words don't kill...at least not yet, they haven't.

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