Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Wish I was too dead to cry my self-affliction slowly fades. Stones that I throw at my creator and masochists to which I cater.You don't need to bother.
I wish I'd died instead of lived, a zombie hides my face. Im like a shelf forgotten with its memories and diaries left with cryptic entries.You don't need to bother. I don't need to be and I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds.
I'll never live down your deceit
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