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.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Clear Dust
Pathethic and so incapable and useless, if I knew me I would just kill myself and disappear. I wish I just would.
I sometimes feel the same way and I swear I say the exact same phrase too.
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