Wednesday, December 12, 2007

#10 The closest thing to crazy

my heart beats to the closest beat that is close to crazy. tears pounding like raindrops pouring down from heaven. every tinge of smell in the air means loneliness. i wish i am dead.

i prayed hard day and night... praying for something that god himself may not have intended for it to exist. oh boy... i can speak nothing... think nothing of anything now except pain.

it hurts so much... and i'm so miserable.

i wish i am dead.

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