Thursday, July 31, 2008

cinammon girl

It has to be mom.
No one else can l...
Limitations.
You are leaving, you are gone for good.
You told your friends, you'd never come back here again.
Stop.
What is your goal?
Remember: destroy thyself in achieving it.
Don't scare your soul, don't scream out loud.
This unfamiliar sofa is sooooo comfortable.
I worry people. Maybe I need a shrink after all?
I know I'm wrong. I must rest my eyes. Times like these make me forget composure. Make me forget who I am, who I want to be, what I want.

I can feel your body writhing in undescribable pain. Its never enough, is it?

'I' is nervous.
'I' bleeds through little holes.
'I' writes on the backs of important papers.
Oh well.
I can

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