Saturday, August 11, 2007

Little cracks they escalate, before we knew it was too late...

As I read your words I feel a vice grip my lungs and I'm suddenly finding it hard to breathe
My heart beats harder and faster and everything starts to close in around me
You use me as your trash can as you dump all the poison that has been living in your heart onto me
I'm sorry
I hope you feel better

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