February 15, 2004

and sometimes, you cry till your pillow's all wet. till your eyelids are puffy and you can't open your eyes. and the tears just keep flowing. the mind's too empty to tell the tears to stop flowing.
and your heart has shattered into a million bits.
and you know that you don't have the strength to climb out of bed. you don't want to talk.


ineedtocut.tofeelthati'malive.toknowthatistillexist.torememberthati'mhuman.tocurethisnumbfeeling.

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