Oct. 19th, 2009 at 5:46 PM
"I got back home from Paris and he told me what I’d done was wrong. And though his speech was rather long I listened like an obedient child. The light was coming in through the windows, it was a most familiar type of night; how I loved every streetlight, and I wanted him to kiss me.
Margaret Atwood, she could not stop me. Virginia Woolf, she could not stop me. The truth is I wanted to go. He is all I know, he is all I know. He is all I know, he is all I know...
Sweet, sweet forever...
I’ll comfort myself in my next life…"
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