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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
what can a heart say that music hasn't already sung. what can a friend offer that when she was your lover she hadn't already done. just letting go. nothing else. just that easy escape you had wanted from the start, but couldn't look me in the eyes and say.
what more to love than wishing that what you couldn't
find in me you'll find elsewhere if given the chance.
August 4, 2004
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.