tinkerbitchx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the department of justice My death is as close as an arm's reach. Outside it's pitch black and this jacket isn't keeping me all that warm. Things are ringing in my head and my body is short of failing. I think he used my heart like a rag, mopping up the mess on the counters. It was left on the floor, now it's thrown away. And I'm a bit too weak to rummage. So for now it's lost and someone else might find it. If they do I'll rip it out of their hands because it's been too much for me to even breathe. I would argue that every single time my heart was dropped it gained more scars but you have a good point that I'm not worth your time or your love. I feel it in the way you touch me after you've had such a long and hard day. You never gave a fuck or less how I felt. I went and played along because I fell in your deep sea. I followed you deeper and deeper, so now I'm probably in the Atlantic somewhere. There's a love shark at least seven times the size of me chasing after me, trying to eat me alive. I'm sure he will succeed because his teeth are a bit too sharp for me to bare it. If only I had a boat I could avoid him a while longer. It doesn't matter. Whatever. The end. ps ; Jason broke up with me. Nice, eh? I feel like shit, but of course that wont change things. 11:34 PM - November 03, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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