The Journal of Christopher Shin|
06/30/2009 07:28 a.m.
I walked the shores of a tranquil beach and I stare out at the jetties, and suddenly the wind takes flight. I sulk as the end comes all around me as if choking the air out of me. I struggle on the vacation to Australia and I cling and hug trying to avoid the fact that I am gone tomorrow. The past is said and gone, and I am here in the misery of loveless people. When people care very little about me and the world all around. I drink down another drink as I try to figure out the obvious. I have no love and I have no hope. Struggle with the wine and the rum. And all my hands fall to pieces as I struggle to fight the sadness as the tear mixes with flesh.
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