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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
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SAD POETRY MARCH 2004
and i care because...? excerpts from march 2004
dark/sad writing and the fat guys
claim that's the reason, but maybe the real reason is that they're just as shallow
as the girls they're courting. march 1, 2004 and
i know it's just life. happening as it will. too tired to love its disciples.
too frustrated to be kind. march 3, 2004 carbonated
hearts make that delicious pop when you first open them. but if you leave them
sit march 11, 2004 i'm blank like
one of my own pages. when i couldn't express. march 17, 2004
knowing life is a scab. a crsuty, bloody seal of a
wound. and wanting so much to pick at march 20, 2004 i
miss the people that i used to love. wish that i still could. all too brief orgasms
of the heart march 23, 2004 most
of life happens when you're not there. most times love wants more than it deserves
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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.
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