Sunday, April 26, 2009
justification scraches
She turns away and makes a smirk at me as if she hated me with some sort of ancient passion connected to her family tree and prospective way of life. Meanwhile it is she who has not the balls to move away from her original intent and she hates herself for it. Any word said to her will open the old familiar door marked with excuses and justification scratches. Love is a bitch and she has no fear as to who she holds and torments forever. For her, everyday is a bore and for him, everyday is a chore. This whole thing sucks!
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