The rambling escapist with clipped wings

Thursday, February 03, 2005

One can be angry with the world
But one cannot be angry with the self.
The rage eats within.
Till nothing is left.

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Hmm anyway...
Imaginary friends are imaginary for a reason.
They exist awhile. A figment.
And then they disappear.
And you wonder if they really were imaginary .
Or were they actually friends.


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