august 31st, 2002 / 1:01 a.m.

i can feel this falling apart. like sand through the hour glass it's slipping through my fingers. we predicted it wouldn't last and i'm just now seeing the sand coming to an end (it can't last forever, nothing lasts forever).

and now you're laying in my bed. looking like an angel but seething like the devil.

i'm sorry i'm scared of the future, but if you saw what i see, you would be too.

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