A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
I'm Not Gonna Lie, I'm Drunk
I hate how sometimes I just want to cry so bad to make up for everything that makes up my hurt. But I can't because I'm wired differently. And nothing will come out anymore when I truly need it.
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