Thursday, May 18, 2006
take my photo off the wall ...
if it just won't sing for you.
look what you've done.
you've made a fool of everyone.
look what you've done.
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i don't know what to blog.
cept that i don't have much of a voice now.
i am
down on baby food.
my throat feels like a sand paper , whenever i swallow.
my head hurts yet spining , whenever i stand up.
my chest hurts , whenever i breathe in too hard.
my tummy hurts , whenever i am in a position too long.
my back hurts , whenever i stand up too long.
thanks.
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its already
6 months. don't tell me its still to short to think about the future. when people have gone numb ... you know. i know. and i have. tell me to feel something besides the momentarily joy that friends bring. without of which ... i think i might have just
gone cynical. i don't know what to think no more.
everything is but a mess whenever i think about you. i said that i can't live without you. then come to think, about it ... people just say its a sense of getting used to it. but then i say ... i really can't.
destress. that is what it is ... so tell me.
i don't want to be recognized by you. it just
brings the pain harder to bare ... then it already is ... don't you get it.
recognition is what i don't need. not now. not till i get over you somehow.
HA. the story of my wreckened life. wee.
kaye\. - what have i done.
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