Wednesday, March 16, 2005

when it falls.

when it falls

virginia: you were right.
miss ping: it stung.
vicanda: it bled.
self: you asked for it.
song: des'ree, kissing you.
scene: buffy kills angel.

funny how things don't work out.
i'm confused.

you were absolutely right manda,
it was just my imagination,
running away with me**

it's days like these i wish i didn't have an imagination and i didn't know how to run.

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