He Who Cannot Be Named

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Back to the friend. to him that's always there when I need it. always at the perfect time. always at the perfect place. theres no wrong with him. he just sits there and listens to my rantings about life. about what I'm doing. about what I like or dislike. about whats on my mind.

he's always there when I need him. and now I write again, for I have thoughts that need an outlet.

Let this be the beginning of... not so much thinking about things, but writing about them, and in so writing, letting them go.

posted by Vrolfak @ 2:07 PM