witty-remark's Diaryland
Diary
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Something quivering in the back of my mind stirs my thoughts and smears them against my conscience. I revisit stale memories and inhale sharply when my eyelids drop and those recollections dance across them. They leave sordid imprints that I can't wipe clean from the inside.
5:23 a.m. - Thursday, Feb. 26, 2009
Then - Now
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