tinkerbitchx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sometimes, never I'll chase all my needless thoughts to the back of my brain. Sigh and grin pretend you're fine and it will go away. I'm happier underground although it's fatal when you leave me to lie alone. My skin is covered in gashes. My heart nothing but a big open wound. And I'm craving for your life support. But it doesn't come soon enough. I grab another bottle of Jack, and pretend I'm drowning at the bottom. I smile and end up in this huge waiting room. Only, I just see you. I'm looking upon you, trying to figure out what exactly is going on. It smells just like a hospital, so I suppose it is. This time I can't hide it. I can't claim 'accident.' I've been buried here before, but not quite like this. 1:35 AM - December 23, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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