Sunday, August 30, 2009

Torn between a moral and an embrace.
Untouchable.
She is not me and she never will be.
Irreplaceable.

“I want nothing” - my front.
“I want everything” - my reality.
Fuck my forced temporary sanity.
Bless'ed me for my dreamless slumbers.
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