fields, shorelines and hunters. | |
September 03, 2008 //_ 2:38 AM | |
seventy-one percent. * / i ran across a written entry of mine from a few years ago. as i reached the last few words with my eyes, i literally fell to the foot of my bed. sometimes i forget just how painful i can be to myself. // i don't know if i'll ever get a grasp on who i am. it seems as i fill every question of you with my perfect answers.. i keep coming across the truths that tear them down. and maybe the interest was never held all along, maybe i come to find that you are just as full of shit as i am. and since then, i sometimes even find pieces of your hair around my house. i can't even look in the mirror without having to spit. |
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