Friday, October 9, 2009
When the clouds have finally shed its last few tears in my much-loved, much-hated dead city, I will sit in the lost alleyway and wash parts of myself away, parts that I never should have wanted, parts that I always always thought made me.
October 9, 2009 at 6:58 AM
Ahh... wow this is a beautiful use of words. Something just cried inside of me.
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