4:16 p.m. - 2006-04-23
Just a snippet from a conversation.
Oh, sweet denial, how I miss its bitter nectar. Let it flow from your open wounds.
My alienation came from a lack of comfort from others. If I could not have their comfort, I would have their emnity instead. Attention was attention afterall, I reasoned. Emnity does not a lover bring, nor does it make true friends.
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