keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails
<< Saturday, Sept. 22, 2007 - 1:46 pm >> dear diary, i feel too old to be writing here now .. but i still think of you. so many days and nights of despair and reconciliation ... i feel like a kite that's been let go by a careless hand. * a string of tears around your neck. a crown of daisies and pansies for your weary feet. even earthquakes that shake the sky, that make the lie, cannot break me.
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