correct puncuation at its worst

Feb 06, 2004 00:28

public for a reason

these tears.. I cry
they are real
but where are they?
i feel them...
but are they visible
to anyone?
you come into my world
and shatter it
like a baseball would....
....a beautiful stained glass window.
*ahem*
fuck you
when I lay over that ceramic bowl
hurling my creativity
into that clear water
begging a higher power
to just let me die....
i see you
and i beg more fervently.
you are my demise.
and it brings me great joy....
to leave this place.
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