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shiny objects

Wednesday, January 05, 2005


You had to say it, didn't you. You had to hurl your two cents, senselessly, into the gaping wound that used to be called my self-concept. Nice one. The words have settled and bred in the fetid jetties of my memory; they form a clustered nebula, swirling fanatically about my flickering shame. I am ashamed. Shame on you. I lay the blame with you.


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