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The wild night is calling
Mar. 30th, 2003 11:50 pmThis night smells wonderful.
It makes a place in my chest ache, right below my breastbone. This particular scent has always done this to me, as long as I can remember. It's not a bad ache; I think it's a missing ache. Something is not there that should be, and I don't think I'll ever find it. This does not depress me.
It makes a place in my chest ache, right below my breastbone. This particular scent has always done this to me, as long as I can remember. It's not a bad ache; I think it's a missing ache. Something is not there that should be, and I don't think I'll ever find it. This does not depress me.
