Monday, April 3, 2006

You've found me naked Dearheart. You've done things; I let you do them. Now I sit, ensconsed in my place of solitude, in a pool of tears, reflecting on what I have done and what I will do.
My soul is as sad as my hair is blue. Water is the best place for thinking. For reflecting on the past and scrying the future. My mind is as rippled as my reflection. Please forgive me.
Please set me free.
Please love me.
Please don't ever leave me.
S'il vous-plait?

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