(thing) by Unstrung Mon Jan 15 2001 at 1:59:43
i didn't mean for it to end this way.
i'm sorry. but somehow, along the road, i wasn't looking into your face any more, but into some mirror instead. i loved what i wanted you to be, what i projected upon you. and run, rabbit, run. because there's another disposable muse waiting next door, or down the tomorrow line. all aboard...
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