The organization of any complex arrangement hinges on the interplay of seemingly haphazard individual events.

Monday, December 03, 2001

I woke up today, To find myself in the other place. With a trail of my footprints, From where I ran away. It seems everything I've heard, Just might be true, And you know me, (Well you think you do.) Sometimes, I have everything- Yet I wish I felt something. Do you know how far this has gone? Just how damaged have I become? When I think I can overcome, It runs even deeper...

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