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To see the image of myself burns deep in my heart
repeated images flow in my head,
that flash into my brain like murder scenes.
Can i really do this to ymself again?
No, not I must stop myself
Stop myself before this gets any farther.
My head spins and falls all around.
Constant pressures
constant pains,
Nags,
Fags
and Hags,
They all surround me hungrily as if ,
As If I am what they have always wanted
I will break a heart tonight,
A heart that has been mine,
Mine, and repaired.
A love too much too handle
 terinore · Thu May 03, 2007 @ 05:20pm · 0 Comments |
