aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - so the lines that were drawn before i knew this place are finally uncovered; the molds they were pressed into have cracked with the first frost; grudges have been poured into flasks and are setting fast. they got too close, drawn in by the sirens of history and hedonism. and now even the nicest neutral hearts have picked sides. people are terrible. there's nothing left for it but to butt in, borrow troubles, and hope my shoulders are accepted and worthwhile. it's not about usurping some coveted spot in the circle, it's about distracting the diaspora long enough for them to find a better life. because that sort of pain has no business existing. 3:52 p.m. - 2011-10-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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