I sometimes feel as though all of it is hurtling towards a precipice. All the lies, half truths, charades, all the people here and their dreams, mistakes, attachments and misconceptions. One day someone will crack against another soul, there will be a single spark, and all of us will be engulfed, consumed by our own poison.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:16 pm (UTC)