and the problem is, that I keep thinking....
if I let you in so much, if I made you part of my life, if I stopped recognizing where you ended and I started...if we ended up being one...
if it all fell apart then, if I had to kill that part of you in my life, erase it forever...
...wouldn´t that be a form of suicide?
jueves, 25 de junio de 2009
my wrists hurt.
Escupido por los dedos de z.z.z.
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a suicide that doesnt kill you...keeps you breathing without living
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