crystal_and_see_through once again hearts made of diamond, or is it merely cheap glass. my soul made of saphire and tiger's eyes. it's funny the way that I break into pieces. I wonder if its you, or just what you mean? And only our ends ever make any sense. I'm tired of being just these words on your page. I hate that you've made me your Etcha-Sketch screen. I know that you'll shake me away. Please stop throwing broken glass in the ocean and only saving the pieces that return... I won't always come back. 050102 what's it to you? who go blather from