Life is a box of chocolates; I hate most of the awkward centers so I bite in and spit it out, and people give me awkward looks because now there's just a bunch of nasty chocolate mess on the ground and/or dripping down my shirt, but I ignore them because who even likes that nougat stuff anyway?
Monday, September 15, 2008
I close my eyes the lines blur and then they disapear the colors dislove there are no walls in my chamber of fear the dark closes in it pulls me in and yearns for my ashes I know I must try but I cannot win the battle being fought within
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