trackless rambling

Jan 08, 2008 20:35


real eyes realize real lies 
everyone does it.
these people that tear you apart.
everyone has someone that gets them.
they are everywhere.
they push you under the bridge into the water that's too high
they are everywhere.
i'm tired of being the consolation prize.
i want someone to want me first. 
summer days.
summer daze.
i sweat so hard in the bathroom.
sweating from the pain and the guilt.
i saw the tissue and pieces.
and it was gone.
i am too.

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