
Choking. Helpless.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 54 - Published: 07-04-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2386024
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fourth of july?
why is it that holidays
go to shit in
this.
house.
or, is it just me?
i am drowning in my own thoughts
(of you)
pining.
Sinking in despair
&& its not fair.
What did I do to deserve this?
Alive only to see you,
Dying because I can't.
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