domingo, 8 de febrero de 2009

I never knew I would hate as much as I do today.

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I hope you're not well, I hope things aren't fine.
I hope your body dies, long before your mind.
I hope you reach for help with hands that refuse to reach.
I hope you try to scream with a voice that just won't scream.

I sincerely hope your last breath is mine.

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