Falling down.
Falling.
Falling backwards.
Falling.
Falling into old habits.
Falling.
Falling over and over.
When will it end.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Please don't.
Break, breaking, broken.
Ivory turns to rose.
Tiny vessels blossom beneath.
Raised ridges of release.
Instant self-hatred.
Momentary regret.
Endless pity.
Please don't hate me.
Please don't ever feel the way I feel.
Ivory turns to rose.
Tiny vessels blossom beneath.
Raised ridges of release.
Instant self-hatred.
Momentary regret.
Endless pity.
Please don't hate me.
Please don't ever feel the way I feel.
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