I hate girls
my sad beginning
2003-05-27 10:31:33 (UTC)
My lips scorch as I tug at a..
My lips scorch as I tug at a piece of dried skin. I choke
back the words that burn my throat. The words that burn
at my thoughts, that haunt my dreams. The constant
thought that there has to be something -- just one thing --
that I could say to change your mind. Something to make
you love me again...
And then I tear up at the thought, at the fear, that I may
never have you again. May never hold you again.
And it seems as though I've lost my best friend.
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