31.10.05 - 3:40 p.m.

who are you? you don't look like i left you; you don't act like it, either. you feel hollow between my arms when you used to feel wiry, pointy. you never relaxed, but now you're so defeated. it's all my fault, but i can't say i'm sorry that it goes without saying.



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