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agotaMIENTO 20 August 2004 - 21:28 I am very tired, but it's become a custom of mine, so I pay no heed to the weariness that overwhelms me. I can feel the blood of my neck pulsing against my black and silver choker. My sister gave that to me. The choker, not the pulse. Though sometimes she is all that keeps my blood flowing. I don't tell her that often, though. I'm an ass that way. But right now, I'm feeling kinda blah and so emotions seep through my fingers easier that way.Mother beckons me with impatient stares and huffy breath. Tame as always (though colder than stone), I humbly follow her. |