its a cold day in hell
when your exgirlfriend spends
more time in the lives of your friends,
your mother, (your soul), than you do.

and here is where i am.
this is what i have become.

i could say that i am broken,
alone, fragile, or spent. i could
say that i have been dwindling and
that soon my flame will go out.
i could say all these things that
those who love me would be apt to hear,...
i could say much, but i say most
in the silence.

03/26/2003

Author's Note: don't ask me where this came from. i'm just as clueless as you.

Posted on 03/26/2003
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