Sunday, March 22, 2009

March 21st, 2009

This isn't right
This isn't what I meant
Each day's like a word spoken without thought
As hours pass the stress builds, my teeth clench

You ask too many questions
My throat's too sore to answer
My mind's too blank to answer
My ears turned deaf, my eyes turned blank.

Forget about it, you know I will.

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