"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

all is but a distant memory now... he gave me the biggest advice anyone could ever give without consciously doing so... i know when i am not wanted... i guess i was just clinging unto a piece of him that i thought was there... however... it wasn't... i guess, i was still trying to convince myself that i could reach out to him... but that is not the case anymore... he is no longer in my league... he is out of my life... and that is the last straw!

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