all of the people that knew me in my past, they have forgotten the words I spoke, so clearly they were projected, an art of reflection; sin and mistakes, I hurt myself deeply every day, for the past and the present I have no value to no one, proof of this you may ask is what this is what! I spend my time writing sad poetry, once every hour I think of the faces, that were misplaced and taken for granted, Liquid Suicide captured me and instead of graces, no more do I pray for a future...... dedicated to the people of my past.. I'm sorry for my transgressions. 5-28-2002