Listen For What Is Never Said

My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Worst Fears

He does not like me. (?)

Worst fears realize in

3...
2...
1...


Boom.



(And I know you're bruised and beaten and broken, but claw back up, bleeding on the floor won't get you anything but a bigger mess.)
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