| I give into these colors that surround me A sick sense of sweet relief I can't help but think of the things That save me from myself. |


It's A Cycle It Seems Chap. 2We're driving home. It's slilent. Angela's absently drumming on the steering wheel.It's A Cycle It Seems Chap. 2
It's making me nervous. I'm not going to tell her that.
"So what did the doctor say?" She asks. I wasn't expecting that one.
"He said I'm fine. That I'm immune for some reason." I crack a smile. Or try to at least.
She winces. She knows as well as I do that it's not possible. I know I it can't be. But it must be.
"I'm taking you home." She says. "I know." "We're going to clean up your place." She says to me. "It's a mess, I know." I reply. &nb
And you?
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Quite often...
I just wish I was
[[The Bell Of The Ball]]
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Quite often...
I just wish I was
[[The Bell Of The Ball]]
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Quite often...
I just wish I was
[[The Bell Of The Ball]]
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Quite often...
I just wish I was
[[The Bell Of The Ball]]
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