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Saturday, Aug. 24, 2002/1:22 pm portia I'm so worried about Portia, she runs through my mind every minute. I'm hoping and wishing that she got through that bad night and is okay, but theres this painful doubt that i can't rid myself of. I feel so awful for her, she's such a great person, i just...hope she's alive. Portia, if your reading this please leave me a note or anything to say how your doing. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |