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Gushed out, spilling, gushing all over the floor my blood seems to mingle much more sweetly and stylishly with the berber carpet of my four-walled room than the four-walled chambers of my heart, a heart that was born broken or in the very least with a case of spina bifida uncorrected all too soon.
I wait.
There is no one here and the clock does not tick because it is digital, digital and silent.
This is what you've done to me, did you wish for it when you blew out the 19 soggy candles of your newly begotten ice cream birthday cake?
Nothing is wrong. Just Go, go.
I wait.
There is no one here and the clock does not tick because it is digital, digital and silent.
This is what you've done to me, did you wish for it when you blew out the 19 soggy candles of your newly begotten ice cream birthday cake?
Nothing is wrong. Just Go, go.