most days my thoughts are just numb, all cold, dull and blind. they hang from dripping branches in the gray woods of my mind. but other days they drift and shine, such free and flying things. when they leave i find blood on my wrist left by there sharp soaring wings. mary helena
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nice....i guess we all feel that way some days....
nice....i guess we all feel that way some days....
BLACKOCTOBER
08.25.2007 07:10 PM