tinkerbitchx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fools rush in A quiet phantom still lingers. Enterting into my mind like a catepillar. I'm inches away from squishing it. Because I've still got a taste of you. And you were always insincere. Fading and falling, I drive myself Slowly, slipping into madness. I should've never lent my heart out. Give me back my broken package. 7:18 PM - October 24, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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