brittle thoughts
my brain is a foul eruption.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You're a waste of time
A waste of space
A waste of my breath.
You're invisible
sitting at the table with your empty laughs.
If you don't care, then neither do I.
So long to the good days.
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