like every inch of me is bruised."
I wish I was physically able to cry, but nothing. I hate that I'm so hurt.
I hurt everywhere.
Friday, August 7, 2009
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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.
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