It's so easy to push. Blind eyes, winter steps, curb falling.
all gone. none left.
can't be sorry, cause then i would be dead.
ego/thewaymymotherfatheralwayswas/idon'twanttobethisbigenclosedspace
but i am. i'm here. here i am.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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