A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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one day it's fine and next it's black

Build a foundation and work my way up from there?


there's always any number of little things chipping away at it.


Combat Rock spinning right now and a certain song is an insistent question in my mind that i keep meaning to ask aloud in the wake of this continued cycle of seeming repudiation and recall.


i question my worth because it never seems to ascend to levels above "questionable," "dubious" or "doubtful"

5:59 p.m. - 2004-07-08

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