but i am.
lying lifeless in bed, staring at the ceiling fan. loud music echoing behind
[all fallacies disappear when i close my bedroom door.]
6.16.2006
these are the times when i direly need not be alone,
but i am.
lying lifeless in bed, staring at the ceiling fan. loud music echoing behindconcrete walls and deaf ears. the scent of incense choking through the thick air. and it kills.
[all fallacies disappear when i close my bedroom door.]
but i am.
lying lifeless in bed, staring at the ceiling fan. loud music echoing behind
[all fallacies disappear when i close my bedroom door.]
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