"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.

Friday, September 09, 2005

this is the path... i must take...

i know you said... that you have enough sorry's to last you another lifetime... but give me my reprieve... if there's any way i could change things, i would... but can't you see the hurt in me? because in reality... i just feel so alone...

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