Aerie: I WIN THE GOLD

Monday, June 2, 2008

I WIN THE GOLD

my self expands through pores and the emptiness is filled with hatred because nature abhors... losing self losing ground floating is too lovely a word so is death I press heavy pillows onto my head against my body so I can't drift away but no drifting would be too easy I could lose my self I try to... Sign in to see full entry.

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