Tuesday, 13 May 2008


And he is as blunt as rusty knives and he makes me not want to eat. Once a part of it... now, he tells me goodbye - like those knives, and I'm drunk on the wine he gave me...

I wish I could keep this feeling - seeing my wrist bones - I wish I could do that, but sometimes other things take it's place -

Why should I be around these people who are far away from me... who try to be far away from me??

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