Biting the rain feels so redundant.
My words are lonely.
It's like your organs when you laughed,
I was the only one who could hear them.
Stability is nonexistent.
I knew what you meant when you said you weren't in the right state of mind.
I don't sleep anymore.
It seems wasteful.
Do you feel better?
I feel irrational.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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