I cry too many worthless tears these days. Though not one crystal twinge of pain hits the floor.
My sanity is so unstable.
The stench of my blood growing foul. No one wants that.
No one wants me.
Not here. Not at this point in time. Silenced between bad and good, justice and evil, I'm invisible to closed minded eyes. Since when have I held such greif and sorrow? My cold and frozen world of tomorrow.
I walked the other day and saw a small statue of a girl in a park. Her figure, her smile. Still careless, still free. And her skin... cold. Stone has no feeling. It just weathers and breaks over time. I looked at her and thought, Looks so much like me.
5:16 p.m. - 2004-07-05
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