"she wonders as the flames lick the core -- does the phoenix possess the knowledge that it will be reborn, or does it relive the agony of dying over and over again?"
-- Paralytic (01/09/2011)
Like a moth to the flame, I ran towards the light with no brakes. I'm so angry that I can't even string words together to write a coherent post. Yes, I hate you right now, but I hate myself even more for playing with fire again and again.
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