Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
23 November 2008
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1 comment:
sepember 05, 2006
unkempt, broken, uneven fingernails
scratches on her shins
mosquito bites on her theighs
on on her finger
charcoal under her eyes
she hasnt slept again
drained from other people's lives
what are words?
the longest train ride, only five stop.
she's spilled lies to him
hoping her best chances is that
he'd hate her guts.
it's not he who's messed up,
but it's she who is the least
collected
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