stone cold broken
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sometimes i feel like we've been running too far from the truth / you know i'm tired of hearing "another day, another time" / all this senseless waiting won't fill these dark empty rooms / why won't you come home?

~migrating!~

hello darling dearest pals of mine...if you've actually been following my little page here (which i highly doubt. ha.), i've migrated over to blogspot. haha i don't know why i have another blog when i barely touch it but oh wells. anyways. it's hxun.blogspot.com so pop by there...MAYBE i'll have something on. haha

~fell through the cracks on 2005-09-21 at 12:33 a.m.~

once was - to come

I think laughter is like the wild flowers. Both are a part of the glory of heaven that has strayed to earth. But that kind of thing is easily scattered. – Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman

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