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I stand vegged out into space.
I have no physical feeling anymore.
The bruises on my face and back prove why.
Fast forwarding a few years I stand still once more.
The sickening sights I see are almost horrific.
A scream of fury and a swipe of the fist.
My knuckles bleed, I weep.
The shattered mirror hits the floor.
The look of myself and what I've become is sickening.
I fear what else I may become.
Crying I lay.[/align]
I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, or the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the laugh, the perfect kiss, the comfort hug, your second half, the everything you need,Just what you want... i want to be yours
 Riot666 · Tue Aug 24, 2010 @ 11:40pm · 0 Comments |
