Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Untitled Finale

And that's what you are, a sad plastic fucking mess. Don't come to me with how you're tired, used up and just barely getting by.. because I would walk on by and not even kick you when your down, though you would deserve it because you are lower than the lowest dog..but this is the part where I say good-bye and let the sands of time blow over us. You've never had to crawl, you've never had to see, what it feels like to be so trapped underneath the weight of someone's world, and now it comes crashing down on me. I was longing to be free, I put the bullet in you and me.

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