Sometimes everything just seems to fall apart. The picture frame breaks into a million pieces. When the last drop of water come for the rest of summer what happens next is drought.
How do you get something through a sheet of film without tearing it... sometimes pain of the ripping film of skin can hurt forever. The hole left inthe sheet can never recover. Sometimes You'll just hate yourself for putting that scar onto the sheet. The world hates you for it.
You wanna move on to the next moutain but your sleeves are cought in the valley.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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