the space i'm in
belongs only to me and someone
absent, anonymous
you keep thinking about lies
and i keep talking about dying
and everything's rising while i rot

it's like a horizontal bungee jump
this past and these mistakes
the farther i get away
the more violently i'm pulled back
and i've been through deaths
that hurt less
know it will take a death
of myself
to rebuild a new one

growing up is killing me
have you ever heard of such a thing?

11/20/2006

Posted on 11/21/2006
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