Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
cruel intentions
my mind knows it's pretty justifiable. my mind knows nothing's wrong.
but my heart is making me feel like everything's being so cruel to me.
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