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Contributed by
blackflamingskull
on
Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 06:18:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Calling someone and hearing the phone ring is like an empty promise.
An empty promise of relief.
Relief from the pain, fighting, depression, and madness that is my life at home.
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blackflamingskull
... [
2004-06-01 18:18:51] (Date/Time posted on
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