(no subject)

Mar 12, 2002 11:54

I want to kill the voices that color my world so. I want them to be muffled and suffocated by the masking tape of my latent optimism. I want for them to tell me that there is beauty and not evil around every corner and that, one day, I may wake up and feel enjoyment for the reality I perceive from my eyes and ears. And if they can not tell me this then I want them to swallow a few rounds from a 45 and

leave

me

the

fuck

alone.
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