Sunday, December 13, 2009
I don't know what I did this time. Moved something. Crossed an invisible line. I am so sick, living in fear. I want to get out. I'm slipping on tears. I'll hate me for you. I'll punish me until I'm lost. I'll break my own heart. I'll cover the cost. I'll make me feel wrong inside. I'll spiral down. I know that ride. I should have known I couldn't hide. Sign in
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