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, March 18, 2012
Ugh, I hate myself. Can't keep doing this.
I feel like I'm one strand away from completely crumbling again. My entire body is screaming at me to detach. It's all such bullshit.
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