Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I Think I Can, I Think I Can, I Think I Can...

What is love without sacrifice?

The blood, the bones…

A life with no place to call home

But the hollow shell of a hollow heart.


It's tragic. That's what it is.

Tragic and ugly.

It's everything we hate

And everything we are

And everything…

Just everything.


I'm ready for another Fall.

This one's boring me.


-Originally written March 8, 2007

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