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Monday, February 28, 2011

Words... Stupid, meaningless words spew from my mouth like an uncontrolled garden hose. They stick in the walls like daggers, and they fade ever-so-slowly... Even if they weren't meant, they can be like a wrecking ball. Cursed are the empty apologies... Being a mute would sometimes be a blessing...

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