Friday, December 29, 2006

Pastiche

The sincerest form of flattery rarely got me anywhere. This chip is on my shoulder. This responsibility is mine alone to bear. Sometimes a certain little witch emerges to taunt me. She likes to blame others, but really she reminds me that I am the only one. Her best skill is endangering my happiness and the ties I share with others. My best skill needs to be making her disappear.

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