It doesn't matter to me that I'm somewhat drunk as I write this.
It doesn't matter to me that someone might be reading this.
I feel broken.
Like the best of me is lost.
Gone for no one to find.
Embrace.
Love.
Fucking broken.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Broken.
It doesn't matter to me that I'm somewhat drunk as I write this.
It doesn't matter to me that someone might be reading this.
I feel broken.
Like the best of me is lost.
Gone for no one to find.
Embrace.
Love.
Fucking broken.
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