a wednesday in august by Kalikala Smith Sometimes I see glitter, faint, shadowy, and sometimes I see the sun, intense, brilliant. Most times I see nothing, hollow, darkness, and it is in these times, that you can't see, but I'm crying inside. My soul was playing suicide. 08/10/1996 Posted on 04/11/2003 Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 3 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)