counting the calender
2008-11-23 | 8:08 p.m.
my lies are hanging on for dear life
your eyes are something i can not evade
despite that love i have which i can not reciprocate
thus hearts and faces one day shall surely break a knife for an eye for a tooth
rolling like thunder
through my insides
churning painfully
toward my bleeding heart
thats bursting at the quick stitched seams.
work on your management skills
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