> Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Black & white
A million thoughts in my mind, yet nothing comes as I type.
feeling like a damn piece of nonsense. One moment I'll feel so sick and disgusted and wish for someone to just crush me up and chuck me in th nearest bin. But the next moment I will wonder if anyone'll pick me up and tell me everything's alright
So just take a broom and sweep me away and i'll stop feeling so ironic. brr.
,,,.Let the children's laughter remind us how happy we used to be. Smiles get faker as we grow up
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