Not so Fucking Good
Things fell into place
And have now been scattered
Fucked up no end
Too good to be true
Too fucking right
Just another fucked up hurdle to get over
Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.
Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!
Monday, August 20, 2007
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