Fig's Poet Tree:

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

My heart was already like stained glass in there, all pieced together with lead, today there are chunks out of it leaving shards to pierce the sides of my chest, lungs a reminder of how vulnerable I really am. Sign in to see full entry.

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