Thursday, April 28, 2005

The reading.

Her cup of coffee said it...
There was something on the top of my head, a dot...
I was carrying something...
Too right...
Long has been my blind burden
and I am so freaking tired and mad....
I wanna break stuff and swear untill I have no voice...
I've wished I didn't have an existence,
but that just silly... time to move.

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