Thursday, March 18, 2004

Ah, the world is a crimson dream. I walk through it and I hear nothing but love's voice. I see nothing but love's face... I feel the warmth of love upon me... and I feel complete. Memories stack everyday... my heart hurts. It's a satisfying hurt, and oh... it is not only a new day, it is a new world.

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