Wednesday, July 01, 2009

the air is thick with smoke...... i want to run...... i want to hide..... the smoke sinks deep into my lungs like a knife into raw meat...... words float around like ghosts in a breeze...... disgrace..... to soon..... untrustworthy...... hurt...... unfair..... skank..... whore..... slut..... im scared..... i run like cinderella from the ball...... this place was never meant for me....

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