My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.

Friday, January 9, 2009

You've Made A Fool Of Everyone

Nah.

Guess

I just

wasn't cut out for this.



(And we've fallen and we're crawling, but we just can't get up again. Shattered, shattered, shattered; a thousand different pieces with a thousand different stories. You thought you could put together a blank puzzle, but all you had was your clumsy hands and blinded eyes.)

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