Literally.
Of being second string
Of being no string
Of losing out to the prettier friends
Of awkward social settings
Of pretending to care
Of caring
Of pursuing
Of watching them recoil
Of pretty boys who are pretty blind
Of trying hard
Of making goals
Of never being enough
Of crying
Of not crying
Of being alone
Of loving
Of you
Of loving you
Tired
Of being tired
My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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